Dainty Delusive Doll

Already wounded...
 I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue
 Such a sight, petite and illegal...
 a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour
 Haunted by her image in blank dismay,
 I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure
 of the dainty, delusive doll...
 Seeping into the tunnel of reality...
 The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
 With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
 Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh,
 I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
 She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
 The vortex of addiction is out of square
 There are imaginary catchwords everywhere
 The vortex of temptation gently blows
 The ego-dolls reap the meadows...
 ...of megalomania...
 Profoundly wounded...
 I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous
 Such a sight, so pristine...
 a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace
 Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed,
 I need some pills to kill the pain
 I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll
 ...sleeping into the coma of reality
 The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
 With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
 Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh,
 I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
 She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...