Specter

When I roam the alleys of fantasy,
Plunge into maze of desire,
The paradise of the whim
When I vanish in the rouge shade of caprice,
Drowned in the abyss  
When survival whiter in the velvet of dream  
How uninhabited I am, how free I feel
A vice or virtue this privilege is? I wonder
A blissful ecstasy, that all it is.