Alas! My brain’s deadMy heart and soul are condemnedCursed and corrupted.
Poured wine down my throatTo drown my wicked thoughts but,My heart cried instead. Tried to sober up I was already drowningIn pain and tears, tragedy. Nightmare tasted sweetFine poison aged like wineBut I puked it out… ‘Cause I will sufferFated to agonize moreTorture, sweet torture. The pain and pleasureOh, started loving itPain and pleasure more If…