Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

from the immensity of sins committed in the witching hour, i will call you to lead you into the abyss of my immortality; there, i'll revive you from verses as my muse which you are from the thoughts of any poem penned, only you'll know my cruel curse that empathizes with all your inside burning, enough to bloom in you the lure of my seductive perfume from any sheer feeling, if any moment will get you bored, i will feel you flowing in me, and i'll take care to inject you with my nasty blood, till reborn in you, my emotions' spark

Oh, my dear Lord, — I feel as if I'd spun myself around you so many times that even you got dizzy in your high ego with the princely attitudes scattered everywhere in your hellish trying you do you me with your voodoo qualified in endurance and absurdity to devour me like you move with it in it