Broken Chains

Upon the coldest floor,
Near the darkest tomb,
Sitting near the sharpest blades,
In my eternal womb,

Sentence over by tomorrow,
Final rest at last,
I hold no regrets of crime,
A shame they are in past,

If I had the chance,
I'd torture once again,
But chains hold me down,
I want to feel no pain,

Succulent innocents,
With rosy cheeks,
Tasteful beautifuls,
What desire seeks,

I don't want your adultery,
I don't need a breast,
I want to taint the innocence,
Not to grope your chest,

Alas the morning after,
I shall seek my sleep,
Hang me, drown me, kill me,
Let all my crimson seep,

Beauty should be free,
But limit should be taught,
I am the teacher,
And all virgins to be sought,

Goodbye my students,
So long to the school,
No need for textbooks,
Cause I have played the fool.