She is high on what he feeds her
though I don’t know what it is.
His lies do not come softly,
nor do his hands.
I want to know why she clutches him

He said she looked kidnapped
with silk wreathed about her eyes
She did it so she could not see
How he held her ravenously

To her it is some terrible dream
She falls away from herself
As she wilts into his body,
a limp swan in his arms.

Why does she do this?
She needs that weakness
She must feel lifeless
As he undresses her

I have seen him touch her
I have seen her wither
And I have turned away
I look at her, I see a child

Her body always burns
I know she is much too hungry
What is there for me to do?
Her siren song has become so brittle
If I touch her, would I soothe her?

She is sung sweetly asleep
as she pretends I am holding her
And when she wakes
Her sheets will be empty of my body
Should it be this way?

I could not be with her
This frail creature, this demented child
She shivers terribly,
refusing to look at me.
And no one knows her,
only he.