Freebase.

No amount of secrets could keep me away from you
Urges of gravity extend outwards from a central core
Formed of addiction.
Memory itself is convicted as a plague on the entwining moments causing us to persistently exist in a state of "Now."
This, now. Your body entwined, mixed, fusing with mine.
I need you, simply...
I expect you to be needed...
Memorable, unexpectedly...
And the tug of gravity on my veins pulls my blood and its containment towards my heart,
Urges.
You.
I move for you, I pulse, fragment my emotion
I give in to the taste of loneliness
I make everything about you.
Separate my synapse s you satisfy my crave
You define the "Free." in freebase.