Avant-Propos Poem by Michelle Candelaria

Torn pages of sweet painful stories
Browsed by hands of addiction
And scanned by eyes with anticipation
Cut the metal sheet cover of the corpse

A faint shadowy trace follows every footstep
And spread its aroma like a burning incense
Seeping through the bones of the soul
That melts it like a rusty sheath

The coolness of the heat
And the delight of bloody sweat
Strengthens the frail force to withstand
And combat the sensation of human desires.