Give me the ***** princes
Who glitter in the dark
The ones with crooked, broken teeth
Apt to leave a mark.
Give me a fallen angel
For I can’t abide a saint
Mephistopheles, yes please!
A pietist he ain’t.
Give me sight of every scar
Each blackened bruise behold
A man by passion’s furies burned
A thousand truths untold.
Give me a heinous lover
Not a lap dog to a girl
I shan’t demand a loyal serf
For my petals to unfurl.
Give me a howl of ecstasy
A stiletto in your side
My dear dishevelled Jesus
To inverted cross be tied.
Give me up for treason
Should I question such intent
By bloodied light of dawn I rise
Unrequired to repent.
Who cares for perfect manners?
Profanity’s divine
Give me your hell-bent lust, my love,
And rapture shall be mine.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Give me the ***** princes
Who glitter in the dark
The ones with crooked, broken teeth
Apt to leave a mark.
Give me a fallen angel
For I can’t abide a saint
Mephistopheles, yes please!
A pietist he ain’t.
Give me sight of every scar
Each blackened bruise behold
A man by passion’s furies burned
A thousand truths untold.
Give me a heinous lover
Not a lap dog to a girl
I shan’t demand a loyal serf
For my petals to unfurl.
Give me a howl of ecstasy
A stiletto in your side
My dear dishevelled Jesus
To inverted cross be tied.
Give me up for treason
Should I question such intent
By bloodied light of dawn I rise
Unrequired to repent.
Who cares for perfect manners?
Profanity’s divine
Give me your hell-bent lust, my love,
And rapture shall be mine.
My lil' homage to Sebastian Horsley, Jeffrey Bernard and all the other **** fine rogues I never got to ****
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