Is there no one else
Who can match my revision
Or best me in combat
And wars of attrition
Waged on blank pages
Engaged against foes
Of the lewd and loquacious
A ****** of crows
To poetry ravens
Of my nevermore
The ink that I bleed
Oozes out from each pore
And spills to the floor
With each succubus kiss
I will drip from your lips
On the tips of your tongues
Are my Dracula trips
Which mirror the words
Of my undying curse
A lifeless reflection
Of my multiverse
Forever condemned
To a coffin of night
Painstaking my heart
With each word that I write