Incubus

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You slither then crawl

your way into this soul.... 

lost

have you lost your way?

You bleed and tarnish

the pristine white....

heart

is yours made of stone?

Incubus lover

demon diamond disaster divine

Your flawed beauty

a scab on the patch of skin I trace

every night when the moon cracks overhead

like the skull of the very last swan that has sung

just for me.

I hear the melody

her voice rises, hitches, touches

the heavens and beyond.

I have counted a million

feathers but you

you betray promises

with the touch of your lips.

I wander thought the darkened allies

you swore you'd never be found in

I see you

there, alone

a needle stabbed into your heart.

I sit with you as you perish and count the

marks on your arms, and match

each one with the stars

 in the sky.

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