Most men live their lives in daylight, And when darkness wraps its claws around them, They are blind. But embrace the darkness, my cherubs And you can see. Most men blunt the barbs of their forbidden thoughts, But why deny yourself the exquisite pain Those piercing thorns provide? Most men fear the primal urges, And bind them fast in secrecy and shame. Simply strip them of their bonds, And unleash their wanton flesh upon the world. Most men dare not penetrate the nether regions Of their imagination, To let it bleed upon the page. I am not one of those men.