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Versuri Traces o' red - the fall and rise of vitality
- Enslavement Of Beauty

"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..