A funeral black moon splits the sky's sleep and spills a flow of tears and blood. (the) Oceans turn into impossible shapes : the great, unspeakable geometry.
I raise my sword and strike the beast. Her gaping mouth is soft and warm. Stoned by the groans, I embrace the pleasure : I lose myself in a throbbing dance.
This power over me, a sprawling and oppressive bondage, a restrained lassitude, a choice that has never been done. I walk through the gates of a sensual oblivion ; cosmical forgiveness. I bleed and surrender my dead body.
Erotic agony, a paltry rest of decency. Languid misery, a naked body meaninglessly floating. (the) Compelling impulses, the murder of a part of me. Inverted triangles : Nothing can resist to its call, to your nature, you are a doll. Flesh eclipses any reflection, humans can not boast of perfection.
I saw too late, at any rate, I can not reject.
Slave of desire, an empty feeling spreads. A man beheaded, his mind does not keep the usual pattern.
The body no longer responds to its master, the reason is now long gone.
Open your legs and stun my senses, nothing has more sense than getting lost in her.