Pleasant Dreams— Are such false comforts — Such monstrous hopes That rage in my soul. Oh! How frightful these horrors — These disgusting pleasures And abominable desires! Oh! How they crush my spirit, But, oh, how they delight my heart. These dreams — these Passions of a Midnight Summer — How luxurious it is to hold you — How repulsed I am when you’ve passed. Oh, Lord of Lies, Oh, Prince of Dreams, How merry I am when you pierce me, But how wasted I am when you’re through. Oh! Were it not a sin to be happy — Were it not a sin to be young — I’d indulge every desire —I’d do it all for you.