Daughter of Lilith,
Night haired succubus,
On weakened knees and
***** like stupor
You've left me fallen,
Seductive caller
By smiling howls, led
Towards highest cliff
Where trees bend in peak
Agony and King
reins the dark and rot,
Amnesia strikes stiff
The bled mind and eyes,
And somewhere above
Lay the physical
Figure of some fool
I once knew, once was,
Wasted on the streets,
Empty, discarded,
A cold useless shell,
Lightning rang and lit,
And down spiraling
Through the nothing, down,
Into arms of fiend.
O.K. I tried writing a poem on the style and topics that I used to do when I began writing some many moons ago; this is what appeared. It's not that great but it certainly takes me back to the old days and so here...
Secondly, as you can see, it wears no title,
It needs one and I meed your help with that.
Care to suggest something? Thanks and enjoy some shittyness.