"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain

Its impressions are unmistakable"



Prithee... charm me fro' mine mortal guise

I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o' youth

May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss...



So what are you waiting for...



"What lack of movement! What ice!

Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me...

I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side!

What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs"



Fro' Aurora's bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears

Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears



The fume of my sighs draped the soil

Intertwined with the fresh morning dew

I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh

In hope to remember the view



I taunt thee... daughter o' seraphs

Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense...

I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved



Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o' London

Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o' red



I think I'm kinda falling in love with you



Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman



Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery

Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen

I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva

Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth 'til I besmear thy innocense

Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine

Ah, I fall in love...