Dopamine

A love-sick lad like me has more dopamine count,
At twenty-two, I loved every eve, sick was my mind,
Monotony and mistaken identity forced my love,
An unknown search was for pleasure in fancy.

A fling with her was unforeseen, dallying alone
In a corner unseen.  My obdurate face wrinkled
A rotten orange it was.  Yet comely and alluring,
Innumerable worms lived inside singing hymns.

Peeling I found them.  Writhing wretchedness,
My mind was greedy. But the worms stopped me

A rotten orange not outside.  Inside it had decayed.
A whore that came to entice me with AIDS 
A wimp of her sort cannot subsist far beyond.

A rapturous death, a covetous perennial death!
Ugliness shaped into beauty. A rebirth of sex.

A girl friend taught me love.  Intricacies and divergence.
Filling my heart with absolute forgetfulness. Rapturous!
She bled and bled.  Yelled intolerably.  Entwined me,

Snow-like I remained.  Passive, melting and melting.
I saw God and Satan.  I loved both.  Blistering bellows
Of my palpitation she loved.  We were two- in -in one

Sing the melody of AIDS in HELL.