A succubus, a vampire,
Nestled in your heart.
Infectious, like wildfire,
It's tearing you apart.
Lover's whispers,
are lover's chains
They speak of blame,
And corrode the same.
They're half-forgotten playthings,
that are rusting in the rain.
A succubus, a parasite,
Feasting off your heart.
Disastrous, like dynamite,
Like god-forsaken art.
Friendly warnings,
Are friendly lies
They speak of demise,
And blinded eyes.
They hint of half-forgotten truths,
that you bury in denial.
A succubus, a devil's work,
Occupies your heart.
And you can't see how you are hurt,
When it's driving us apart.
I'd tell you so,
But you'd never know
How I tended to your scars.
I'd ask you why,
But you would lie,
And retreat into your heart.
Retreat back to your succubus,
I'll retreat back to the stars.
