Climb, ever higher, ever nearer to the sweet heavens where my love resides. Climb on, clamber up, further, faster, up the tender ladders of love that my heart laid down.
Climb the sweet ladders of poetry, of dreams, never told. Climb on, sweet angel of lies and cruel deception. Climb on, for if you are ever to reach my tender lips, you shall have to carve ever more rungs of pain and death into my bittersweet flesh of eternal lust.
