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The

Succubi

Come to dine

In my darkest of moments

They call to me sinister sweet

Prey upon my weakened soul

Their claws to latch around my heart

Enslaved to decadence

That wicked siren kiss

Sweetly mar on the skin

A rosen mark of sin

They do not even know my name

Haunting my psyche

In the periphery

They’re teasing and taunting

How my will is breaking

Moaning sanguine harlots, gore whores

A curse upon their names

Sealed in silence with a forked tongue

Impulse can’t be overcome

The mind gone no, will to resist

I

Scream for thee

Desperately

They

masquerade

A shapeshift

My wifes face

Shown to me

Lovely peace

Spirited away

Finally free….