Lust

Pure corrupt desire, that of which I'll take

Wanting, needing, dreaming

That of which I cannot shake

The need to seek for that sorry sin

The want to stay in the sickly lake

The dream of becoming the god of lust

Is one I cannot seem to dust

Its song as deadly as a slithering viper ready to claim his prey

Never does this horrid want ever flow away

A slithering serpent on the prowl waiting for a victim

He jumps and hisses his commands that always seem to restrict him

This snake brings lusts true glory

Horrid as it all would seem, this is still a stories theme

The prowling snake that slithers through the night is full of wicked sin

And now this sadist thing has brought you to realize you are its twin