I cut myself
with your thought
I cut myself last night
on your venom Kiss

He’s always been a demon
no good at all
with an angel’s face
I don’t know why I did that
Why I had to push the thought outside
The words came to my mind,
“Is this how you want the night to end?”
and next thing he’s charging with his body,
his lips, on me.
Waves of heat rolling…my chest it explodes, my body it burns
The starter (once), the killer.

Last night it was him, not you
Last night, it was painful
because I’m not loving who I love
and I’m loving that one I do not love
that one I hate

Incubus of you