Incubus

My love is endless, it’s a whirl wind within the night. It screams in pain and agony for what is out of grasp. One thousands monsters gnashing and thrashing to break free it ends in a silent tormented sob. Why can I not love? Why can I not be loved? Faintly breathing, this pain I cannot bear. So much passion, so much… It’s exhausting. Tamed and broken I give my life over into the hands of something that is unobtainable. What is it? I do not know. I am its slave; to me I call it master. Feasting upon my immortal soul, my energy, its lips curl into a cunning smile. My essence dripping down drip by drip by drip… I have fallen; under its spell. I have deemed all but a dream. Quiet voices echo in my mind—Tormented. They plead for your forgiveness. To live up to your expectations. Someone stop the voices! Someone stop the denial! Someone….. Anyone.