There are things,
Unspeakable things.
Things that I want from you.
There are things,
Perverted things.
Things that I want to do.
There are things,
Wicked things.
Things that my blackened soul craves.
There are things,
Lustful things.
Things only given by those that are brave.
So pluck up your courage,
Call upon stored resolve.
And give me those things,
And the pleasures that they hold.