The Vampire by Charles Baudelaire (a translation)

You, deadlier than a dagger thrust,
Who into my sick heart have come!
You, sleek and lethal in your lust,
Who like a thousand demons swarm

Into my mind, where you have found
Your bed of sin and your domain--
Bitch! vile bitch! to you I'm bound
As is the convict to his chain!

As is the gambler to his dice,
As is the drunkard to his bowl,
As is the carcase to its lice--
Incarnate bitch! bitch without soul!

I begged the knife to put an end
To all my pain...poison to pour
Its giddy death into my veins,
Yielding the peace I so longed for!

Alas! these two, they sneered at me,
Both poison and the knife so rude:
"You have no right to be set free
From your accursèd servitude

~House of Nirvana~

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