Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

<br>Come to my bossom, at night<br>I`d like to tuck you in<br>To show you my devotion<br>I`d live your fright<br>I wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your caprice<br>I need to try your malice - My dark, poetic extasy<br>I`d like to lick your beauty<br>I`d wish to scar your sweetened wounds<br>To reap your rotten fruits<br>Your loving gotta suit me<br>Oh, let me be the one - Who will you free<br>See how love unveils her - Incomparable mystery<br>I wanna feel your hungry skin<br>I wanna touch the sacrificed<br>To make you the holy praised<br>Whore... of my radiant sin<br>I wanna see you sacrificed<br>I wanna be your wet skin<br>To share with you the greatest sin<br>My angelic, capricious whore!<br>I`d wish to ruin death and violate... life<br>Together stay on a heavenly day<br>My dark, sinister angel<br>How sweet it must have been<br>To be your hungry, velvet skin<br>To both rejoice in thrilling dreams<br>I need your loving as I need to be<br>Did we see our other face<br>How it`d ghastly fall from grace<br>Well, I was the dead you played with<br>And you... the angel I raped<br>"Darling, you used to suck dry me creed<br>Spit out my seed... I used to play and win<br>I adored you struggling, idolized your everything<br>But honey, guess, I`ve always been...<br>Loving you...