The Futile Passion

<br>In the gallery of lost hopes<br>We stand as mortal shells<br>In this futile passion<br><br>Let the whorish smile seduce you<br>In this sickness we all carry<br>Let the insects crawl you through<br>On this sweet and sickly day<br><br>My soiled hands dig in the mould<br>Where all beauty lies rotting<br><br>In the gallery of lost hopes<br>You pass between my memories<br>As morality dies in my heart<br><br>Let the whorish smile seduce you<br>On this sweet and sickly day<br><br>White sheets drenched<br>With bodily fluids that dry on my skin<br>Experience the infection I bring<br>I cling to you in fever and lay myself into your sea<br>And let the nausea wash through me