Within my mind, an impulse did arise
and I approached with impunity,
Oh! How my head was seething with animosity;
I hushed, kept my movement languid
For I was never a hooligan.
But in my mind, the baroque act had begun;
That thirst for ****** ******, oh did it satiate!
My fingers around his neck,
his gasping breath,
Oh the grotesque parade!
Rabid were my actions for this spiritless conquest,
How dare I let my writhing fingers rest?
An unsound melody had begun to pour,
for in my mind I was writing a deify lore.
It was at my mind’s behest that he didn’t protest,
he neither croaked, nor screamed.
Alas! I had encountered, a latent proclivity,
in my fever dream.