The sun sets over a bitter world,
Drawing me out to taste night’s kiss.
Wandering the streets with a purpose,
Cravings drive me,
Pushing toward a neon beacon
Beating like the heart of the city.
I hear it calling to me,
Pulling me on,
Whispering:
Just another Block,
Just around this corner,
Just over this hill.
Shaking with desire,
The crimson visage of the temptress
At last reveals herself to me:
Hot Doughnuts Now.