SOUL SUGAR

Wearing a blinding crown of light.

Dances a girl with golden eyes.

As many times defined as sweet,

my love,my peace,my galaxy.


She's holding the needle...
Though it's between my fingers...


Wearing a veil hiding consequence.

My crutch,my bitch,dangerous pretend.

She taps the vein a sinister rhythm.

Mind,body,spirit in agonizing schisms.



She's the sugar strychnine...
For a lost soul's prolonged demise...


And the nectar running from her fangs and lips.
Is the matter of which I do exist.
To gather in puddles for my shell to slip

until the floor is gone...

And I am on my own...

Forever floating on...

until I die alone-