My Incubus

by Disturbed and Under Age   Feb 8, 2007


+ an incubus is an evil spirit which feeds on human souls while they sleep; the cause of all nightmares+

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Trapped inside my Mind
with Secrets
No One else will ever find
I want to Make HIM Feel
the pain locked Deep inside
tearing down my pride
that Twists inside my gut!!!!
everytime i CUT
As bloody tears
flow from my wrists
for my sweet Incubus
These bloody tears
embody my fears
dripping from my hands
All OUR favorite bands
PROMISES spoken
and promises BROKEN
tears in streams
and lovely dreams
feeling PROTECTED
but suddenly REJECTED
thoughts of Love and Hate
Memories and Fate
heart pounding sighs
heart wrenching goodbyes
all spinning through my head
as i walk ALONE
among the Dead
With bloody tears
falling from my wrists
for my heartless Incubus
followed by His every choice
with NO ESCAPE
from the sound of His voice
constantly confused
and feeling so USED
craving some release
for the endless hurt to cease
with a future i must face
and a past i cant erase
a fear of being alone
swallows all ive known
As bloody tears
flow from my wrists
for my evil Incubus
In loneliness and aching
my very soul is breaking
and all that i see
are my incubus and me
watching the tears
as they stain our faces
drenched in the pain
of long GONE embraces
use the blade once again
to forget what i miss
and Wish
to taste the blood
in one last Kiss.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Zanna

    I really enjoyed and felt this poem. The "bloody tears" is a fabulous description for slit wrists.