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 mockWith 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder 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
.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 .sleeping into the coma of reality The savage beast of lust mockWith 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate.
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