A pleasure sought
does not a monster make,
but I will stay away,
lest I turn you to usage.

I want you more than life,
and I would give as I take,
but I will stay away,
lest I turn you to usage.

You're the draw,
you're the muse,
you're the sleep that I lose.
You're the creature
when(?) deserved
that I will not let me choose.

i am the rot
in the gut,
and i remain usage.