Traces O' Red - The Fall and Rise of Vitality

"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...