Succubus
Love tangles like dirtied satin sheets The deafer i become, the louder your voice inside my head The daemons are beckoned to rape me on my dream of our bed Memory is more vicious than death Seeing beauty, saddens me so much that i paint the world ugly In the grey eternity, poems of hurting are labelled pretty Facing the fact is facing the fear Where do we go from here? Baby’s got other men inside her Dry reality incursions me I’m an old victim of gravity Solitude is not … Continue reading →