SuccubusA Poem by Davidlove can be demeaning and demanding but necessary.Succubus
She drains the life from my veins, I stand empty with bones showing. She means well, but for whom she means, is beyond me.
With brown hair and red beady eyes, sharp claws and meaty hands, she stalks the night, waiting for her next meal.
Tell her she is pretty and those words will be devoured, ripped from the soul, then she will simply brush you away, leaving you cold and alone.
Only me shackled here, in some kind of chamber, she calls it home, I call it hell.
I lost her trail a while back, the screaming had died down, If you find her, put her in the lost and found, leave her there, and dont give a second thought to it.
If you have a weapon, kill her, before she shreds your morals, If you dont find her, I will she comes back to the family, all too soon.
She always hurts the ones she loves, the ones she shouldnt hurt at all, In my case, I have been battered, and left for dead.
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1 Review Added on September 30, 2008 Last Updated on April 12, 2009 AuthorDavidholliston, MAAboutI guess you could call me your average teen. I just seperate myself with my writing. I have always loved to write, whether it be nonsense or something serious. I cant remember a time I didn't. M.. more..Writing
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