A burning Desire roars deep
within, an existing scarlet desire that
i will not feed, drip drop
drip
but always she exists
  
golden-maned lion, velvet-pawed lion
I know your hunger gnaws, and
I hear your hunger gnaws, no- I  
feel your hunger gnaws
dispatched to my direction
  
I think
You think that I cannot hear you
I think  
you think that I do fear you
But do you know
to whom you speak? These weathered hands
have gripped Tragedy
by its neck and dropped it on its head
You tug at my sleeve with eyes fixed
potent in plea for a satisfaction begging
for a satisfaction that
grant it I won't
  
Golden-maned lion
I will starve you til every rib shows.