There is smoke
but no fire,
My ire burned to ash
Rash decisions
a well run dry
As I try to free my buried soul
From the control that you have taken
By the gods forsaken
To lie with the sucubi
You and I two headed
And two sided
Our time bided to ensure
All pure was perverted
And twisted like the snake
That spake in your head
In the bed where I tasted your beauty. ...

There can be no found without being lost
No final cost till we are bought
The prize sought simplistic
Animalistic in our pursuits
Of the gods for which we yearn