fellow friend, you feel it too? can i keep my eyes off you? i’m falling down and i’m falling through. i trip out to your stars anew a trembling chance to take it in. so ever close. so close, but dim i’m holding out, but hold you near. the more i sponge, the more i fear
you can’t pluck out the longing which calls you to feed and you can’t hide from the want that chose where you bleed when the walls are soaked through with eros carnal sin it’s a call that drags you down and it sucks you in this grip upon me is one i cannot seize for these rose-tinted glasses are my disease it chants out sullen poems to that hunger thug that black heart cupid; dark wonder drug
dearest friend, you sense it too? can i keep my touch from you? all train of thought makes strength so sore, but craves to give it more and more and more...