Ill of an Imaginary Guilt

Come to my bossom, at night

I'd like to tuck you in

To show you my devotion

I'd live your fright

I wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your caprice

I need to try your malice - My dark, poetic extasy

I'd like to lick your beauty

I'd wish to scar your sweetened wounds

To reap your rotten fruits

Your loving gotta suit me

Oh, let me be the one - Who will you free

See how love unveils her - Incomparable mystery

I wanna feel your hungry skin

I wanna touch the sacrificed

To make you the holy praised

Whore... of my radiant sin

I wanna see you sacrificed

I wanna be your wet skin

To share with you the greatest sin

My angelic, capricious whore!

I'd wish to ruin death and violate... life

Together stay on a heavenly day

My dark, sinister angel

How sweet it must have been

To be your hungry, velvet skin

To both rejoice in thrilling dreams

I need your loving as I need to be

Did we see our other face

How it'd ghastly fall from grace

Well, I was the dead you played with

And you... the angel I raped

"Darling, you used to suck dry me creed

Spit out my seed... I used to play and win

I adored you struggling, idolized your everything

But honey, guess, I've always been...

Loving you...