They came from paradise, living as butterflies, swarming quietly,

Suckling gently upon its only concubine, performing lovely dances that mean nothing,

They were the original sinners; they didn’t even know how they felt,

Paradise was destroyed they say, thanks to a weak minded woman,

But the boy danced around lackadaisically, claiming lies that meant nothing but denial,

In truth there never was a paradise, not if you are ensnared in fruitless wants,

Tonight I dream of a boy, I know he is the plague that I must face,

He is a leech with one dimension, one thought, and one intention; himself,

And Im so tempted to defile his untouchable mystic flower, it fascinates me,

If only I could take his body and mangle him inside me,

Thrust hard until he screams and bleeds, and not to stop to plant the seeds,

There will grow a hate for me, but its nothing new, nothing to see,

But really they rule the world, and I would lapse into a life of ill-thought guilt and misery,

Any moment I viewed them softly noting how thought made them fall apart,

I’m persecuted and condemned, for only realizing that sinful beauty,

Ah, yes, it is a sin, hunger unfulfilled, but perhaps by their death,

Bliss it is to touch the skin, soft, and mellow with my teeth sunk in,

They holler and scream to be saved from their fate, but hey I’m purgatory on Earth, and I will compensate,

You’ve gotten away too many centuries; I won’t forget your lack of regret,

Today you will sumptiate in a Utopia, deficient of me,

But tonight you won’t sleep, because I will pilfer your lungs, and you will not breathe,

Goodnight angels.