Demon Lover

He's the sound of rushing water near my window in the dark -- The Muse who sings his secrets to my soul. He's the flicker of a streetlamp watching couples in the park -- A shiver in the midnight hour's toll. He's the sweetness of seduction when he finds me in my bed -- The incubus who dances through my dreams. He's the scent of blood and roses making chaos in my head -- And ev'ry bit as twisted as he seems. He's the salty taste of teardrops like ambrosia on my tongue -- The finely-crafted sacrificial knife; He's a mem'ry of an echo never here, yet never gone -- The terrifying ecstasy in life.