I knew a girl once,
    with a touch like honeyed poison
viscous and oozing and inside of my head
   A girl with kisses
      of cold comfort on an iron breeze
with laughter like dry stones rattling in a bucket of tin
   caressing my eyes,
Some of us wait for her, in the bleakness of our lives
  to turn our world to black velvet and make our viscera feel plush and alive
     she makes so many harsh truthes seem like empty lies
                            and thus falacy becomes episteme
                               and we slowly close our eyes
                   I wait for her to come
   with her electric motion cantering along my spine
                                                    Jolt me from my torpor
            makes me dance this manic dance
                              like bloodthirsty marionettes, we dance for her

                 when she comes, she comes with her silver sword
                          to eviscerate our fears, turn night into day
                                        chase our demons away
              but she leaves, as she must, and the demons come back
                             they come back and play