Roses as it blooms Thorns as to prick where the beauty is the dangerous it is An innocent face of a man the wildest desire in the heart when the flesh met the eaters the greed grows stronger born from the sacrificed mother raised in love and beauty but fate perhaps different carnally minded, a whore as blood wordly sorrow is vain because the world demands everything the call of the wildest pleasure is approaching the soul is significantly decreasing Not just standing in front of the mirror but it also starring at the broken plenty of reflection but all is unworthy none were felt unguilty ashamed as the melting candle in the fire that judge my soul wax is flooding on the floor life describable as awful Visitor of paradise, king of miserable morally oriented but carnally affected from chastity to stained rapidly cell is open but escape is nothing