SUCKUBUS

SAY GOODBYE TO ALL THOSE DREAMS,
SAY ALL YOUR PRAYERS TONIGHT.
SAY THAT YOUR HAPPY AND SAY THAT IT'S TRUE,
SAYING YOU WON'T GIVE UP THE FIGHT.
WHEN IT'S GONE IT'S GONE FOR GOOD,
CAN YOU TELL WHEN IT WENT AWAY.
TWISTING, TURNING YOU TORTURE THE FAITH,
AND THERE'S NO PRAYERS LEFT WORTHY TO PRAY.
YOUR GAMES FCUK MINDS AND FCUK WEAKENED HEARTS,
THE HARD BLOODS RUSHING IN VAINS.

WHEN SUCKUBUS FEEDS ON SPIRIT FILLED PREY,
ALL THAT IS LEFT IS SOUL STAIN.
CURSE YOU VILE ENERGY PARASITE,
CURSE YOU TILL END OF YOUR DAY.

GO DWELL IN PLACES FAR FROM HERE,
BURNING IN HELL'S WHERE YOU'LL STAY.

(c) Copyright. (C) Robyn Whittaker. ( A reworked poem from 2007)