Passion

Twisted Desire 
His heart filled with passion and love 
His soul filled with fantasies and dreams 
[But his Body Is Bored To Death] 
A Game of a little Lolita with a lollipop 
She gives the chill for that demon to wake up 
A Game of a little Lolita, she’s sucking a finger 
She does ignite the ash of hell’s desire 
When the demon’s tongue hangs out 
It’s the perfect eloquence of his silence 
When the demon’s eyes get sparkling 
It’s the perfect rhetoric letter to Lolita 
His lips dry like a thirsty for centuries 
Her lips with bloody lipstick torture him 
His eyes, like a poor, looking for charity 
Her eyes, like ice, freezing his hope’s ray