(Succubus)
Posted: 19 May 2011 05:08
( wrote this about someone who created a false relationship when they found out about a will in my family) Unfinished Please post replies I like critizim or praise
Succubus
Life’s blood that you drank
Still drips from my veins
Wasted space that you are,
Soak up all that is pure
Shallow and insecure you feed off the dead
You killed the me
But I still breathe,
You create all that’s insane
These walls weve plastered
Still drip with pain
These infected scars,
Still wretched with blame
Drain my head of life nectar,
Feed off the dead
This is the my life,
Not the your life,
But its tragic the same
This is the my life
Not the your life
Now riddle in pain
Your soft spoken whispers are now just broken glass
Those angelic eyes are still razors to my heart
The memories created still haunt me
Trying to consume my every thought
Succubus
Life’s blood that you drank
Still drips from my veins
Wasted space that you are,
Soak up all that is pure
Shallow and insecure you feed off the dead
You killed the me
But I still breathe,
You create all that’s insane
These walls weve plastered
Still drip with pain
These infected scars,
Still wretched with blame
Drain my head of life nectar,
Feed off the dead
This is the my life,
Not the your life,
But its tragic the same
This is the my life
Not the your life
Now riddle in pain
Your soft spoken whispers are now just broken glass
Those angelic eyes are still razors to my heart
The memories created still haunt me
Trying to consume my every thought