"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 k** 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 s**ing, s**ing... and so on and so forth 'til I besmear thy innocense Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love...