Sickness is my very pleasure
Overflowing each, and every measure
Thoughts are just so sick and twisted
Things you never knew existed
Lurking through icy cold hollows
In the shadows my demon follows
Never leaving and so intrusive
Taking me to only the most exclusive
Coarsely he whispers in my ear
Things no one should ever have to hear
Leaving me with the motivation
To pursue this awfully sick temptation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem