What you seek
you will find
either in real live
or in your own mind

Desire can kill a man… or make himself  do it,
Petrarca and Boccacio were weaklings

Come here and look with me
Use your eyes, and what do you see?

Spun by desires, connected by thoughts,
and in the middle of the mind
you'll find the seducing fiend

You probably didn’t desire to see this,
You’d probably  called this love, maybe adoration,
but you only see what you desire!
Call it  corruption, maybe dependence
Irony can be so cruel these days

In the centre of the fiendish metropolis
-the liar’s lair, the binding snare-
This spider you seem to desire?
Odd, do you know that you’re an easy prey?
Eagerly awaiting to be slain?
Not only suicidal thoughts can kill a man
Don’t be a fool, let go
These fake rags cannot be/shouldn’t be/may not be bend or touched!

Mists and maggots
make them leave
face what you admire
(The feelings you have,
consume themselves)
an eight-legged monster can’t be a saviour.