Catalyst, you are
  hovering,
  elegantly
  chasing the
  kryptonite of my being.

Cajoled helplessly into the sweet
  heaven of improbable impossibility.
Eager to break free from the
  canopy of a
  knavish reality.

Confused in a different kind of
  hue that traces the
  etymology of a word so foreign.
Chambered upon a citadel of a
  kingdom fortressed by shame.

Catalyst,
  have me back my sleep.
Echt pain, yet bliss.
Catalyst, your effect I will forever
  keep.