Might I call again
My personal preference
In the same blind mirror
Brightly polished?
When shall I have
My own fake heaven
High above the fire
To carry in sloth
Illusions perished
In lonesome dawns?
I ignore the nakedness
Of my intricate compliance
Nobly clothed in subtlety.
Who am I for
An unborn angel
Prevailing in this virgin frailty?
Chased by despairs and laments
Full of hatred and contempt
For how long will
I reign this carnal parody?