Little Incubus
little incubus
You toss me round I got stitches,
Tears and blood are your riches,
your eyes are glowing
your hairs a fire
pulsed face showing
that you're a liar.
They say that your a demon,
i know your just a child
veiled cries behind that evil smile
I saw you first in your empire,
you dig in deep, then take them higher
Long ago before they knew
all the damage you would do.
Toss me round I got stitches
tears and fear are your riches,
You seethe you loathe, hate and grieve
seek the seekers mind only to deceive,
hearts in hand, souls out poured
collecting hearts, neatly stored
Your eyes are glowing
your hairs on fire
My fear reveals your desire.
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