I never did cry after that saccharine lullaby
not a once,
not even during those long cold-distilled hours of the night
Whilst the passage of time,
did but to foment a rupture of the soul
I did but hold, onto a promise you sold
That I would forever bear a blackened, raised swelling
to remember you by
a protrusion,
an indelible slippery sheen
now sanguine, jaundiced and clean
Adieu, succubus so fair, adieu...
