Delightful Suicides I hear them breathing in the night their fair bodies laying like muses on scarlet couches ancient beauties pale as statues, once adored pin-curled heads, gracefully leaning on bare shoulders A red lips smile like a rose, scarlet and voluptuous blooming in the snow the air is thick tonight wet from sensual perfumes Dry flowers left in vases cover a light unperceivable sweating smell chairs dampened with erotic leaks velvet stained in perfect lust... aahh veils dropped on marble floors as sensual layers of silk Violins and pianos unleashing notes of romance chains of pearls, beads and gold the atmosphere is right tonight two drops of venom three drops of blood Since the dawn of time... Seduce me again... ... with your delightful suicides.