If the dizzying highs don't subside, overnight/ Dr. Blind just prescribe the red one

I was a space. A wide horseshoe of space and loneliness with a depraved, unwavering love for lust.

The moments, the ponderously unfurl all around like magic, taking away the spaces and empty rooms, you came in just like that. And you stole not only my space but my love for lust.

Like a slave's puppy you followed behind my uncertain steps, smacking against the pavement as I trudged on aimlessly, I held you up and watched your drool hang dangerously close to my face.

Come any closer and I won't let you go.