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.
Copyright © Floy Goodwin | Year Posted 2014
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