Succubi swallows
Substance pure
Teeth like knives
Stabbed in the mind
Of an embryo
Take another look
In your victim's eyes
And know the killer
Will lie in the bed
They incised upon us
Faded lies
Lie cold
And feel
Traitorous ties
Bind blind
The infant atricial
Flying blight
Swings high
And cracks
The surface
Of the holiest mirror
But unseeing
Visual stimulant
Just has me
Seeing clearer
Embalmed desire
Lies dead upon
An epitaph
Crushing those
Who once
Held the damned
Icon upon their
Ever-hopeful shoulders
Smiling stranger
Swoons when danger
Caresses and cuts
A flash of red
From the seat
Of its bliss