Where the Broken Go

Succubus

Tempt me with your blackened lies

And I will welcome you into my bed

Thus you'll leave with coward cries

To the banshee that you've wed

On filth stained knees you crawl

Begging for a fantasy to fill your head

One, two, three thrusts you fall

And all your dreams are dead

For the serpent comes and the serpent steals

Exactly whatever I feel I may need

While you lay working out all of your deals

On your misery I shall feed

With lipstick collar you'll tread home

To your prude hypocrite housewife

And still I will not feel alone

Because there is more to my life

Than church pews and pressured vows

Wrapped in gold on a finger

The curtain falls, I take my bow

But on you I still linger

Shower to push the guilt away

But my mark will never fade

For when you seek Christ on Sunday

You'll confess with succubus you laid

The devil will hear and he will come to call

For weakness is his fun

On filth stained knees you will crawl

To a deeper hell with loaded gun.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014

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