The Dungeon of Freedom

She resisted the pleasure
Which demanded her fallen character
Reaches out for the forbidden treasure
Her guardian angel was watching over her
Twisters of guilt followed the ambition
Dark, secret desires drew her filthy lines
And the room, rayless, taboo, deep and forgotten
Her raven eyes were shining cryptic signs
It lay in her sinless hands
Lifeless, yet full of erotic breath
All alone, yet with the invisible guardian she stands
As she encounters death
A moment passes
She screams with tears of decay
Her young body shakes violently
She wanted to talk… but had nothing to say…