Succubus

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I made it up off the top of my head.. hope you guys like it

Succubus

A broken glass, stained with blood
a broken heart, stained by you
A whole new fear, I cling to
A whole new hell, from me to you

The darkness comes; light is gone
Hate rises, as the moon falls
Your nothing but ash; a pile of dust
I sweep you up, and yet you stay

Ashes are left, memories of hell
These things I found in you
I am lost, for I am ill
you are a succubus

I'm not well, I am sick
Demented is what I am
Because of you, I am dead
but only on the inside

I am dead, and so are you
at least I have my heart
unlike you, I'm not cold
you are demon-scum

Your hands are red, with my blood
My bed is empty, only tears
Your bed is tainted, as you are
I pray that you will die

Memories haunt me, don't they you?
Or are you still to cold
You see nothing, I see shadows
you're still a succubus

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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