to have known one dead

you are star lights
and leopard tights
you are dead days
and throbbing nights
you are fighting

for him, for what he is
for what he gives

is black, black
black like your night thrills
black light your right kills
you've scaled the heights
of devotion and he gives
back, back
back with a needle in a haystack
and throbbing veins slowly
black, black
black