My Compulsive Visitor
There is a man dressed in black, disguising his face.
He often vacations in the misery of humans,
delivering his envelopes at night, decoyed in red lace.
He hides his face for he is too much a coward to reveal
his black eyes, faces, causes and cures.
He fears the survivors and kin of those who's hearts he steals.
He visited me once when I was only a child,