Unchained melody

As little as I've known my heart
I Pathe the world in gleaming
what writers me a thoughtful heart lies
awakening for me in dreams?

By now, I've known all those horrible horrors
that folk scores have brought for me
as I gaze alive into the jubilant eyes eaten, eating
of the werewolf vampires loving lust love's lust
have taught me.
He was so lean and pale of heart and eye
that my fingers were ignited under jubilant eye,
a vacant glance, of thouest carefree eye squalls
newer vibrations under thine nose of sheets and thigh.

For whom does thou speak? Thou covetest low?
Edward Cullens of the Twilight moon, pale red and
lustrous as it glows...

For bother me not, for I have sinned. For Death be thy
maker and thy grave's name...or so I have spent...