A Crimson Dress

On days like these. I feel the need. When lovers roam. Driven a part, I need these Feel my hand the reason it bleeds and most of all I feel the animal deep inside, yes of what it is and is not. For me To Impress on days like these I desire the bitterweed. When lovers spin apart Revival in what it is, hope! Give me a kiss, Hold my hand give me something I want and this is what I meant like sands through time Like an hourglass. When lovers need, the most I feel, the animal deep inside. And wild untamed bless, on days like this, the most I need to impress. Of the cold and bitter Empress the Empress of Less, wild and what it is, Her of the white dress. Bold hold, the hand of rage in this the dry age. Kill the king as lovers part, On days like these… I feel the need… When lovers roam, Driven apart, I need these… Feel my iron hand, the reason it bleeds and most of all I feel the animal deep inside, yes! of what it is, as it is not or me… As the empress needs A Crimson Dress