Perfume Of The Flesh

Visions have haunted me
Cries in my subconscious
Salty tears on my pillow
Blood marks on my aging body
Every morning again

Henceforth, tranquil dreams be my share
My glorious masterwork, finished!
My own Tower of Babylon
Reaching high, standing strong!

Hundreds of lives have melted
Into one heavenward spire
Seas of naked flesh, carefully selected and defiled
Reaped for one sole pure purpose
The completion of true perfection
The citadel in my head

My magnum opus will open its gates (for me)
Subdued to my will it is
For I am the one, the only one
To address this hell as his!

At last, my dreams and I will sleep in harmony
My decadent lifelong vision became reality