There’s a dark cloak over this valley And she knows my name. She lingers throughout the day Blackening my spirit as I swallow my coffee. She poisons my mind Walking around inside my skull with her stilettos. Bones start to ache with pent up emotions that have nowhere else to go. Food turns to acid in my throat. She boils the blood in my veins and the pressure builds So much so that it is necessary to let out a bit of steam. My temples ache with her presence. The nights are plagued with restless demons. She is all-consuming Stabbing the hands that reach for me. Gentle touches become agonizing. Love-a lie that barely leaves the tongue. I’m often accused of being terribly antisocial But am I ever really alone in the devil’s company?