Enslavement Of Beauty

Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied
had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide
whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell
the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself
Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy
can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro' thee…
Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell
the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself
I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died
once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide…
Everyone was bored with love
-and God was never more distant