“You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood...”
“Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.”
“The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer”
“Will you have me, though I come to you corrupt? My armor tarnished with sin and decadence.”
“You have slipped under my skin, invaded my blood, and seized my heart. You have poisoned me.”
“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,”