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'Succubus Lover' - A poem.12:39 Jan 30 2009
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Succubus Lover
She crept from the presence of some satisfied lot
Slid through an open window and into this cot
To be the weight on my chest and the theft of my breath
Corpse dressed in naught but pale white flesh
Her dripping honeydew gutter had left virgins aflutter
And saturated the sheets of the victims she'd eat
Cadaver remains leaving warm blanket stains
At the thoughts of this demoness and her fornication abyss
A phallus seeks entrance through a hole in her throat
Mora, her gloom, permeating the room, as though by smoke
Paralyzed and bewitched once you've kissed the decay
On her sinful black lips, oh, the ensuing dismay
With bedeviled desire reigniting the fire
That had fled from me in days of celebacy
I run my hand through the hair of this queen of despair
On the wall our silhouettes collide in dim candlelight
Bound to me now, so dark and enchained
She screams menacing things daylight can't convey
So serpentine is she, her slit pupils meet mine
Encouraged to slash, tempted to bite
Vampiric instinct invites me for a drink
A cocktail in red, a toast to the dead
I bite into her veins, she cherishes the pain
There is nothing wet left but her moist eager cleft
Asphyxiated, inhaling wonder
Penetrated, bedsick by thunder
Bonded by bloodstains
My succubus lover
As always, comments are welcomed.
The result of sleep deprivation, wild fantasies, and the pursuit of individuality - in short, a poem.12:55 Jan 29 2009
Times Read: 554
This is just something I wrote a few weeks ago, figured I'd post it on here. It isn't supposed to be a masterpiece, but at least say what I was feeling at the time.
A Prison for the Blind
Through the blinds on a window that is not my own
I stare at the pale, the dead and the drained
Like a hedge, my soul has become overgrown
Come to prick me, like a thorn meets a martyr with bane
In this tunnel vision, there is no light to guide me
Yes, with each law I shatter, I question myself
But in a world so bleak, with hands seeking to bind me
The tasks do not matter, nor does power or wealth
The shepherd must burn, for he leads astray his flock
They tell me I'm wrong, corrupt and confused
The angels must flee, for they bless only to lock
Away the minds of the bitter and abused
As I've sat here contemplating my every last move
My resolution guides me to the next chapter
With torches aglow, soldiers bearing truth
I exit this dark place with all-knowing laughter...
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MorbidAngels15
18:24 Jan 30 2009
nicely written ^_^ i enjoyed reading this