she is what you cannot grasp
cannot comprehend
cannot love
she is like a dark knight
not one upon a horse
but rather one upon gases
these clouds of the streets invoke her coming presence
and they denote her departure
not quite living and not quite dead
she is the middle ground
the in between days
she searches and is searched
for she claims life eternal
she is also the life stealer
a thief
yet she's generous
she is a shadow transparent
unseen to whom she chooses
she looses the chains and binds you to her love
her hate and angst likewise encompass you
as you hunger she thirsts
she drinks a toast to love
to life
to death
she floats like fire
and sinks like a broken heart
she's a dream of your nightmares
yet still present upon awakening
is she demon
or is she angel
© 2002 S.S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing
