de sade soliloquay

• bir my dying bride şarkısı.
  
  hang over me the drape
  of superfluous horror
  aside nocturnal trapping
  wallow in my art
  crying and dying
  my sexual ecstacy
  
  the crimson stream
  that flows from you
  
  magnificent, supine,
  red heaven gapes at me
  dragged across putrid ground
  mother scorns my glove
  a vile red heap
  i gorge my selfish dream
  
  polite garden party
  if only they knew
  
  lick the eyes
  to make them shine
  peel the peach
  cold with time
  
  the weight of fantasy
  that is not even mine
  smell her wounds
  rich more than wine
  
  the crimson stream
  that flows from you.