Bared on your tomb
I’m a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter, Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better, Nymphetamine
If today was not a crooked highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin’
And if I could hear her heart softly poundin’
Yes and only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again
I can’t see my reflection in the water
I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain
I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps
Or remember the sounds of my own name
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin’
And if I could only hear her heart softly poundin’
Yes and only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again
There’s beauty in that silver singin’ river
There’s beauty in that rainbow in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin’
I could only hear her heart softly poundin’
Yes and only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again
Humbert Humbert: A normal man given a group photograph of schoolgirls and asked to point out the loveliest one will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You have to be an artist, a madman, full of shame and melancholy and despair in order to recognize the little deadly demon among the others. She stands unrecognized by them, unconscious herself of her fantastic power.
Lolita (1997)
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