The flowers bloom,
For you, I presume.
Songs and ballads,
Won't you play me another tune?

Under the sea of stars
Lay remnants of departed days
From a past up in flames
And smoke transforms
Into clouds that armour your darkest nights

if you were a lego
id still step on you.

Whose melancholy love
slumbers in your serene arms?
She is darkness incarnate,
and you've become corrupted by fate.
Her savage fingers linger
on your blood soaked chest.
You merely thought...
what great ***** ***!
You poor fool...
She is beyond your reasoning,
unexplainable, but you are hooked.
By morning, she will be gone,
leaving you wanting more.
Addiction for her
will become a self-driven sword.

Black hair like a ripped, jagged silk curtain
Cascading down her back, twisted spirals
Like snakes growing out from her vile mind
Succubus
She has no heart,
And she feeds on your flesh;
Drinks your blood, bathing herself in your death
Your last attempt to overpower her
Dried on her Ivory, hard skin
Patterns of clotted blood
Puddles of crimson dripping down
Underneath the floorboards, her body awash with it
The beast, with piercing silver eyes
So beautiful as the moon,
Succubus;
She has no Heart

I understand now, the legend of the succubus
And from whence it came
Being broken hearted, alone, and jaded
Can make a night stalking lunatic, of any dame
My heart has been stolen,
I'll never be the same
So now I wander the night,
With the "succubus" name
I'll slip into your dreams,
Make any man my prey
A female demon of the night,
Its the truth, what they say
A nocturnal dream,
I'll dance in your head
And when the sun shines,
I'll hide under your bed
I cannot love you,
As I have no heart
My heart was broken,
So now I roam the dark
We succubi, hide in the shadows,
Watching our game
We are all heartless creatures,
We feel no shame
Yes, I understand now the legend of the succubus,
And from whence it came
As my heart is gone
Now "succubus" is my name

she doesn't like flowers
at least not as romantic gestures
she'd rather
watch them
grow
blossom
wilt

When the bottle collapses the smoke stares back
It sees me better
Than a glass eye

Smirking creepily

I’m patiently waiting for it to change

Like the moments taken away

Helpnessness is an emptiness
That blocks out empowerment

It takes courage to reconfigure the empowered
To put your power in its place
And to recognize
That the mask must come down

If English was good enough for Jesus Christ
Then it's good enough for us.

said a 1920s Texas governor
opposed to teaching foreign languages in schools.