As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho 
Or the moon without [bad word] of the stars 
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul 
Is nothing but a spilled canopic jar 

I proved it 
Improved it 
Drove a sonnet 
Right through it 
And in this state of bliss 
Evil kissed with wet lips 
Pen-filled Fingertips 
Which through me 
for through me 
Illuminati usually [bad word] 
But with words of some hurts worth 
I threw a party that extended God's list 

Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me 
Reciting back the almanac of travesties 

They call me bad 
Mad Caliban with manners 
Dangerous to know 
passing fad 
Taught in all debauch 
In excess and in canto 

Grown wild 
This child 
Whole harems defiled 
Faustina's and Mina's 
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her 

What spread of lies arise when lovers die 
Which circle of [bad word] is mine when I arrive 

They call me bad 
Mad Caliban with manners 
Dangerous to know 
passing fad 
Taught in all debauch 
Crow against the virgin snow 


Grown colder, my shoulder 
Like a boulder beside her 
And bolder, not wiser 
My dark seed took up root inside her 
That mouldered, where older 

Beddings would hold a passionate sigh 
But Laudanum and soda 
Lord Numb coda 
Merited a forest of inherited spite 

Fleeing grief for foreign maps 
I still played vampire aristocrat 
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscous laps 

Then shooting swans in a gondola 
I tripped my foot on a fallen star 
And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar 
To let you know just who you [bad word] are 

[Ville] 
The patron saint of heartache 
I can't see my world is falling 
The world is falling down 
The patron saint of heartache 
I Can't see my world is falling 
the world is falling down 

[Dani] 
Everafter can they hear my laughter 

[Ville] 
The patron saint of heartache 

[Dani] 
Never craft a better bed of disaster 

[Ville] 
The Patron saint of heartache 

They call me bad 
Mad Caliban with manners 
Dangerous to know 
passing fad 
Taught in all debauch 
In excess and in canto 


They call me bad 
Mad Caliban with manners 
Dangerous to know 
passing fad 
Whereupon I tell them 
To go [bad word] their mothers 

As so.... 
On my grave