If this world were to ever turn red
Like ripe pomegranates or strawberry spread
You’ll feel the pull as I tug on this thread.
Let me scribble all over your balmy skin
With details about my soaking sins
Until you’re covered with my poison within.
Let me greet you with my ruby lips
I’m feeling feline, my teeth might nip
But there’s no knowing where my tongue might slip.
If this world were to ever turn red
Like opera curtains or a feverish head
We can put on a show in my backyard shed.
Let me document you in this space
You yearn for the power I make you chase
Camouflaged in feather, leather, and lace.
Let me guide your figure onto the floor
Then obey and get onto your fours
Fight with a devil and you’ll lose the war.
If this world were to ever turn red
--It’s really just a matter of when
There’s not a color I’d prefer instead.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
If this world were to ever turn red
Like ripe pomegranates or strawberry spread
You’ll feel the pull as I tug on this thread.
Let me scribble all over your balmy skin
With details about my soaking sins
Until you’re covered with my poison within.
Let me greet you with my ruby lips
I’m feeling feline, my teeth might nip
But there’s no knowing where my tongue might slip.
If this world were to ever turn red
Like opera curtains or a feverish head
We can put on a show in my backyard shed.
Let me document you in this space
You yearn for the power I make you chase
Camouflaged in feather, leather, and lace.
Let me guide your figure onto the floor
Then obey and get onto your fours
Fight with a devil and you’ll lose the war.
If this world were to ever turn red
--It’s really just a matter of when
There’s not a color I’d prefer instead.
