The sun shines
shines on crying babies in the park
shines on red roses in her garden

Sometimes I just need to hope
hope that the sun will never shine
never shine on me again

The terpentine tastes like wine
her blood tastes like sugar
sweet and wanting more
candy apple, half-eaten intestines
all that's good inside

Sometimes I just need to believe
to believe that I could die tonight

She sighs and rolls her eyes at me
impatiently
I'm half at sleep when she leaves
not really there