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

Seeping into the tunnel of reality

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 smoulder like a f**king 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 f**king 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 sleeping into the coma of reality

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 smoulder like a f**king cigarette

She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase oh

I ejaculate