It's Only an Incubus
Serpent breath of beer and wine slithered down my neck and spine.
I’d given consent for its tentacles to coil,
around the edges of my heart,
not knowing that embrace would smother
the innocence of my Psyche.
Yet this creature was no Eros.
The furtive assaults were like discarded dreams-
nightmares with a pulse
that I wanted to arrest,
but its consistent strikes in the night
resuscitated that same fanged image, that bores in its existence,
as a wound, that won’t stop stinging,
won’t cease bleeding.
It just hemorrhages out over all that I see,
staining the stones of a mazed memory.
My skin was torn by sandpaper hands,
scars etched into obscurity,
over the red and white threads I had already sewn
in an anesthetic wake of these assaults.
I let its frigid grasp sink in long before it began
haunting my unconsciousness.
Little rivers flowed from my soul every time,
rapid and screaming as they were strangled
by the white fluffy mountains of my bed.
But then they evaporate,
taking all sensation to dissipate into the labyrinth,
with walls branded by the acidic touch of this drunken beast.
I fortify my own skin to stone,
only to be dilapidated by the very shade of its presence,
weighing ten times my own weight,
casting fissures in my defenses.
Those disregarded visions
seep their way through in the end,
with the poisonous words of this ignorant terror.
Oblivious and blind,
a toxicant clouded soul,
Unconscious to my pain, and all that it had stole.
I don't want to wake up
I am laying here so soundly so please do not disrupt.
I want to go to dreamland, and I don’t want to wake up.
It’s clouded, its gray,
It’s an ongoing night.
The light of the stars,
Have gone out of my sight.
Tomorrow grows nearer, today’s nearly lost.
The windows of my soul are coated in frost.
They’re hollowed and strung out,
left out in the cold.
My heart was too fleeting.
My stance was too bold.
They tore me all to pieces for ceasing to be mist.
I should have just been ignorant, and stayed within my bliss.
Now I wish I had a purpose,
I wish I could be seen.
I should just go on existing
as nothing but a dream.
The days must all be dark now, can’t look into the light.
If I let the sun arise for me, it’ll break the spell of night.
Must stay with in the shadows,
for now it truly seems,
my only need for being
is trapped within my dreams.
The sun is now my nightmare, and sound my enemy.
This spell’s so easily broken, Prince Charming let me be.
For in your world I’m nothing,
no need to exist.
If darkness be my path way,
I surely won’t resist.
I can't be perfect for you
This word you apply
it astounds me.
How you would describe
is something I don't understand.
This application of a word,
i'm to follow?
How absurd
anything is so grand.
You speak with such confidence
Such poetic embrace.
I'm left in the wake
of this hollow
sad sense.
How can you case
such stone shackles on me?
That I have no will to disband.
If this word is me than i'm fake,
as is any who follow that path.
For that is no path to take.
Like a tissue to settle the dam,
This words acheivement is imppossible to land.
Don't leave me here in it's scath.
i guess you can't take me,
just as I am.
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not that much
as my title suggest this will be about me which is equal to not that much. My life is boring and I am bored so here I go
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