Crude Awakening

Neophytes in black
threatening murder for treason
we always knew you'd be back
claiming for the sides of reason

Now, this may be the wrong season
but desire still dictates
and in the deeper reaches of my soul
a slow monster awakes

He wants to get you out of his head
he wants to lustily tear you apart
but he also wants, he also needs
to love you with all his heart

He wants to bathe you in tenderness,
while inside he's aflush
he wants to live the life of an ease:
a lust in which, he wants to trust

But he must not be freed!
for he may do harm with this, indeed;
He may feed upon himself
before he plants this seed.