The Dying Buds Of May

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

Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity

Luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere

I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives

All slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there

Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate

Love laid in exhile's chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate...

Faretheewell, faretheewell... one kiss and I'll descend into the blooming pits of hell

The darling deeds of autumn

The dying buds of May

Cupid painted dour with lust

Raining energy as we decay...