In Vain I Plea to my Afflictions
Despair, living brother of Death,
Cease your sinister howls and sadist spells,
Untie all the nasty nooses that hang
Like thick weeping-willows in my maimed mind!
Jealousy, insidious jester of Sorrow,
Inject me not with your noxious serum,
Unstrap my organs from your electric chair,
And fill the pit burrowed deep in my stomach!
Temptation, fawning sophist of Sin,
Desist your sugar kisses and crooked whispers,
Unhook the tickling sickle that rips and rubs and tugs
Like black silk cat-claws upon my Flesh!
Lust, foul mutation of pure Love,
Drag me not into the jagged wasteland of vice,
Unlatch your parasites that prey upon my prudence,
And spare my passions; lest I become a rabid dog!
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