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Un jour me passé

Je chuchote “Aurevoir”

Il est parti

Il a vole mon cœur et l’a emporte lointain

Avec un poignée de cerises et une poche méchanceté

Il est le pourriture Raffinée



Ma chérie, ma désir, vous êtes gentille

J’adore la sucre

Je veux te manger

Comme une cerise fraiche cueilli de sa tige

Et dans…ma bouche

Je suis le pourriture Raffinée

Though the bleeding eyes of hours passed I could not remember much.

The half empty glass in my hand

the unknown stains on my clothing

the stench in the air, thick and aromatic

Perhaps it was my hazed vision or the laughing crowds?

Or maybe the young lady that sat in my lap.

The thin bottle in her hand

Uring me, teasing me

Pouring her into my glass



Dearest, you know what happens when I drink too much?

I begin to see you more clearly.

I see you and only you, sometimes I like to think i's not you but it's me.

Could it be you?

When I drink I see heaven

and I see hell

I see your intentions

and your lies

The younng sparkle in your eyes won't distract me I know you too well

But as I drink more I find your smile to be more and more irresistable.



Darling, you know what happens when I drink to much?

The task of dominating you becomes a trial in my mind to stop.

My loins are heated and I wish to take myself out on you



Darling, you know what happens when I drink too much.

I fall in love all over again.

© Gentleman/prince

A trailing figure of elegance and divinity

He walked with such a sumptuous grace I feel envious to his charm

Within the shadows he seduced me

With only a few uttered sultry words I fell into temptation

little did I know I was the inveiglement to his passion



His fingers moved slowly and defined along my skin

Seduced into the shadows, farther I was

The white light seemed to have vanished and I was left behind

It was dark, I could not see my hands in front of my face and it was cold

I could feel the frost bite on my finger tips

The feeling of contempt filled my senses

Within the shadows he seduced me

I fell to the ground laying on my stomach, the bete noire surrounding me

I felt him

His fingers soothed the inflamed skin down my spine

I could see his shadows moving along the walls and nothing more



He was not human, nothing about him was human

When I looked at him I saw my savoir

And my tormenter

The one who graced me with his presense in my sleep,

The one who walked in my dreams and picked me flowers

and the same one who plagued my nightmares and pricked my flesh with his kanines

Within the shadows he seduced me.