Melt

She is cyanide

Disguised

As a sugar cube

For his soulful tea

.

She is dead

Inside

As alive as pleasure

For her selfish deeds

.

She is partly machine

Manufactured

As a child

For the Devil’s keeps

.

She is the sweetest fruit

Forbidden

As a deliciously

Good and evil tree

.

She is

Nightmares

Without

Sleep

.

She is

Every

Man’s

Dreams