Caligula

In my dreams I defy the sea.

Dragging its remains from the depths.

I share my bed with a lunar mistress.

Running my feverish fingers 

over her throbbing neck 

which my whim will  sever...

There is salvation  only in chaos

and enlightenment of madness...

But isn't dementia a cure 

for the world's disorders ?

Tyrants born to be torn 

by the crowd's hysteria.  

 Curse chronicle of the caesars...

I am Caius the good who grands

forgiveness  to the dead ! 

A rotten seed adorns me 

with the lust of Venus .

 Perversion is the price one must pay

for the serpent's seduction ...

 Drusilla ,my sister I stole your burning scent.

The sound of your wet  moans

clings to my body like a pleasure trapped

in quicklime that rekindles  desire ...

 I am Caius the child with guilty eyes

 object sacrified to god's orgies ...

My lunacy was to rebel against 

the absurdity  of fate  which made 

me a prince ...

 And my  crime was believing in the actor

within me that you were unable to love...

I offer myself  naked to the swords.

Strike my shadow  dwarves ! 

  Hatred purifies ! Hatred  sanctifies  ! 

My name will be erased from the marble .

I will remains nothing more than this wretch 

wearing  a poor pair of cothurnus...

''Does power drive you mad ?

or do you have to be mad to declare  war on the waves ? ''