Huzzah! (Oh me, oh my)

Where for art thou dearest seenia; fairest maiden who adorns midnights enchantment with all the grace of a silver sirens nightmare incarnate- somewhere betwixst on the horizon of evermore (Nevermore! Oh! Dear oh dear! Forevermore, if there ever was a beginning, if ever there is an end); one ms yenyen, one Madame Yesenia of the Carnal Astrid- by name and of lineage.
Huzzah! How i adore thee so, Lovely lady, huzzah! A cheer of pleasure, a warcry of endearment; huzzah, huzzah, a symphony of celebration drips from these lips in memory, and in blasphemy and burning desire, but wait! Mourning; an opera of mourning slips in kin against thy tounge.
Ah! Oh dear, oh my oh my, oh lord! Oh good god almighty, save me from myself; save this from dying art! Wait! Wait! Beezelbub, i implore thee and thine own darkest hour! Oh friend! Oh seenia, seenia, tell me; tell me now before thy chest impoldes in haunted dismay-dost thy words not reach you, art thoust hither or yander? Or dost thy wander tither- far and wide in a place nary i can reach?  Art ye fates condemning one such as aye in a prison fit for mere mutes?
Nary a loneliness quite as hagared as this; this tip tapping (beat beating) on my chest. Thou hast damned this girl- a mere silhouette in thine shadow; stark and bare-i have been left but to grovel; nein, but to howl, howl; howling like an icey eternity left forsaken and condemned within the souless dungeons of thoust sickly mantra. It bellows and broods and vibrates as forte; moaning a sweet swansong for nocturnal creatures in pure nihilism.  
Thy blood becomes molted; blue-black-bloated; pulsing chrome, a shimmering mercury (silver poison, daring. Ye silver siren alchemy affliction) and thy viens collapse in wait. Where for art thou dearest seenia? Somewhere betwixst on the horizon of evermore- Huzzah! I, forevermore, invoke thee. I, forevermore, shall blow a fucking bitch up!