Beloved honey, don’t utter a word.
I am too anguished by your anxiety.
Since I found out I am your vicarious occasion,
I have been feeling ashamed of what I had thought,
Of what I could have done and never did,
Of how bad I would have liked to kill you.
I smelled a rat.
While you sank between her lips,
You prayed it would never end.
While you annihilated yourself between her lips
You hoped it would not be short.
Beloved stray honey, that is what you were looking for,
In the human race junk and waste.
Sometimes the conflict between sacred and evil wears
me out.
That hammering throb of insane pleasure
Of what I could have done and never did,
Of how much I would have liked to inflict on you.
I smelled a rat.
While you sank between her lips,
You prayed it would never end.
While you annihilated yourself between her lips
You hoped it would not be short.
It would not be short.
It would not be short.
It would not be short.
And all that just to tell you that
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.
I have paid till the end.