The Venial Blur

The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase
 shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon

 Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion
 dying in the valley of death, 
 as in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion

 As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm
 and as I dream of you nestled here in my arms

 It's only when I weep, only when I reach to touch you
 it's only when I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur
 it's only when the venereal notion unfolds
 I see more devils than vast hell can hold

 You breathe in sharply when I bid (you) to join the trance
 to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance
 the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness
 and there is beauty in all its madness

 When I come down it seems to me, that I am desecration
 and touching you seems like a revelation…