Gave melancholy a name

He seduces me with songs,
Of melancholic pain.
Words become puzzles,
Riddled for not the sane.

He pulls me close,
But keeps my spirit at bay.
He lay with me naked though,
Yet drifts in the faraway.

I call him “master”,
Gave melancholy a name.
And he seduces me,
With indifference same.