I'm just filling gaps, Tears to be lapped,Up by the love of material desire,A fire to be put out by the one thing we are told to leap for, Love is just red paint,A saint, Full thoughts of fake dates and hate, Forgotten in a bed of kisses and glances, of known strangers presences,Alone in a group of puppets,Muppets chewing on their poison,Licking Lotion of beautiful bosom.