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