Already wounded I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns
of virtue, Such a sight, petite and illegal, a specimen of beauty
in shapeless splendour. Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss
and embrace the dreaming adventure Of the dainty, delusive doll,
The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer
waste of flesh, I smolder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me
the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
The vortex of addiction is out of square
There are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The vortex of temptation gently blows
The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania
Profoundly wounded, I still wonder during my frequent strolls to
this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine, a specimen of beauty in
sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed,
I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the
impression of the dainty, delusive doll
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