The top becomes the bottom
The fantasy becomes reality
The conceptions change
The landmarks dissolve
And all
becomes intermingled
To flirt with the despicable
In a trance without end
Where the ice burns
Like glowing
embers
And where one shatters
By fits and starts of sperm
The morale of men
Serve another god
Lose another
dream
Sentiments imprison and leave
Their victims without defence
Love is a poison which
Flourishes in the heart of the
weak
From the lower world we direct
The attraction of the distasteful
Makes us ignore the vile
Since only from
below
Can one better see the heights
