A Stargazer. In the dim shades, sense erotic angels or devils (or whatever they may be( circling you. Aura? What fool am I?
do not need guidance to find my way to my dear friend:
Temptation. Self-Infection. Has a deadly hold of me. Melancholy.
latter. A lone knight of my own wooden,
round table. What pleasures do misery and chaos hold inside! Tiny, little
creature is a fierce enemy now. Worry not.
I wore a revenue of faith in us and all of a sudden it proved to be my
passage to the
sickest of love and lore. Thus:
Morals have weakened to bits, eyes casted towards the whore Oh perils, what
Eldorado before me!
Heave myself into ebony.
Once I finish the revolution of doubt - allow me then to hate the air and wish
for those clouds with
LATEX linings to RAIN all my hell.