Low-point Sally

She’s not a guardian angel

to shield what she takes over.

Deem she’s an apparition

A task and Halo ‘pon her.

From the corner of yer eye

You’ll find her crouching silver

Nights you’re low n’ hurting

She feeds on it for supper.

Sally drinks your tears

meets over nightmares

watches the tossing n’ turning

In fear she lurks and ensnares.

Breezes through bouts of insomnia

keeps low but you can hear

when she gushes past on nimble toes

a cold breath when she’s near.

Sh’was there when you slept calm

When you woke up with no qualm

Follows you under the sun

Sniggered when you sang the psalm

Waits for you to fall

In good times when you stand tall

Looks out for gashes

You’ll sense pain when she’s around.

She’s the low-point Sally

Hate her and she breeds on it

Stays around till it hits again

Sears your soul bit by bit.

You’ll never escape her

She dwells in your shadow

When the sun sets again

In darkness she will wallow.
Time strengthens her grip
feels like a meth trip
every gasp, every scream
She's hungry. She will swallow.