"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...