Bitch!
Would you sup' upon my desires?
Would you draw the marrow
from the bone of my passion?
Beg!
Crawl on hands and knees
And ask to serve
Your master's want
Beg!
To be the vessel
of my perversions
The prey of my
predations
Beg!
I will reward you
I will consume
your senses
Beg!
I will burn away
your reason
and strip away
Your shame
Beg!
But only if you seek
To forsake control

From the old dreams
spring new nightmares
and from the deep well
is drawn forth shallow thoughts
It is the end of reason
the beginning of passion