Le spleen de paris
Le confiteor de l’artiste
Falling into the abyss
Icarus with no bliss
The smoke and the ash
The lady that never rest
Bitter taste of joy
In a morbid ploy
In a sweet-scented garden
A promise for afterlife
Fate has now blinded them
Rotten hearts may rive
The red-lipped guest
A corpse beneath my chest
Kiss her lips
So bittersweet
Treasures and pleasures
Beyond the grave
A tear rips
To bite the treat
Treasures and pleasures
Of unconscious rave
Dark nails over him
Masquerade with lust within
Sweeter than this life
Are lips that mesmerize
For lydia I shall crawl
For lilith I shall fall
Seduction overall
Hope for the dawn
Underneath her chest
Dead heart of the guest
Kiss her lips
So bittersweet
Treasures and pleasures
Beyond the grave
A tear rips
To bite the treat
Treasures and pleasures
Of unconscious rave
Vulgar vixen
Blood strain
Poshlost banality
Self-satisfied vulgarity
On the eve of the unborn kiss
No romance granted to exist
Thus conceived was eternal darkness
To keep beauty pale lifeless
Her red lips now feel the endless cold
Radiant youth to forever hold
