Succubus

Gravel made from dreams
lining roads we tread
the faster we walk
the more we must fracture

Charlatains of progress
falling forewards on the stage
reveal their true agenda
with the words they do not say

Awe and wonder saved
for the impetuous youth
to be launched in a frenzy
upon the first target I mark

Every sale makes me greedy
Every rule makes me insane
Every kill makes me more human
Every heart makes me inhumane

Every night before I rest,
organize this soup of worlds
Bringing me so much closer
to the truth
at last I'm finally asleep


What can I take from the ill-tempered demon?
Where can I ride that there's nary a storm?
How may I strive against fate's good intentions,
now that I'm beyond the bridges I've burned?
Why would I see someone who's not there?
When would that person exist?

Get those bloody fingers out of my mind
Leave me alone so I can find
a sanctuary for my own kind
the filth of mankind, the morally blind

Such beauty in this land I've never seen
Far off on the horizon drops the queen
I chase her waning figurine
I can't catch up I call her name.
She's got that cobalt dagger
black feather in her hair
dances tell stories of deceit
her power captivates
No longer can I hold it back
my fault, my need to advance
candlelight and stone pillars
my blood spilled once more

I wake within a filthy chamber
organize this soup of worlds
seperate the needs from lust
so the process can begin again.