I live in a box,
In a street I don't know,
I've never seen the sun,
Nor the rain,
And I've certainly never played in snow,
I was told by mother,
That I should never touch,
For I will break everyone,
With hands like mine so rough,
So I was always gloved and jacketed,
With socks until my knees,
But little did I know,
That my cause was not an ease,
Two men came at gunpoint,
And took my mother away,
I stayed alone in that box,
For weeks, not days,
Then sped far off from there,
Without my gloved and jacket and socks,
And touched someone I didn't know,
And killed them with my touch,
My heart raced as I realized,
What was the truth that I didn't know,
The fact that I was a succubus.
I didn't live with anyone,
For if I touched for more than 5 seconds,
He was dead,
So I left from there as well,
Until I met him at the end,
"My touch will ****" I said,
And yet he held my hand,
For more than 5 seconds I let it there,
And the man was still standing,
I looked up in surprise,
And said "Incubus",
Then he looked at me and said,
"We were meant for each other",
I had finally found another,
One male just like me,
We couldn't hurt each other,
So lived well,
Well and finally free.