He looked like a young man

But his eyes were old.

He touched me gently

But his hands were cold.



His voice was calm

But he was hunting for prey.

I started feeling dizzy, 

And he watched me sway.



He stared at me with eyes black as coal,

The man who swallowed my soul.

The morning air 

And the sunlight he stole,

The man who swallowed my soul.



He kissed my cheeks,

My eyebrowes, my neck.

I followed him blindly. 

There was no turning back.



He sucked the lifeblood

Out of my veins, 

Left me and my nightgown

Covered with stains.



He said his kiss would make me whole,

The man who swallowed my soul.

The breath of life

From my lips he stole,

The man who swallowed my soul