Succubus

This poem is something of a mystery even to me. It was late at night, I had a couple lines running through my head and -- for some strange reason -- a desire to imitate a drug-induced writing style. Maybe I'll turn it into an acid rock song.

I lost myself last week

To my vices and pain;

I went for a walk

And didn't come back again.

Soul searching, | Something stolen from me!

Trouble Finding | What I've always been missing.

My way          | To the bottom of this.

In the night came a woman:

She was sexy as sin.

Her hair was like fire;

Skin white like cocaine.

She told me to sit down,

Then she nibbled my chin.

She had such a light touch;

I wasn't sure it was real.

Soul searching,  | -I lost something dear-

Trouble Bringing | -Another mistake-

Me down          | And back up again!

I lay in the open,

And stared at the stars.

I felt myself drifting;

The moon calling my name.

But when I turned to answer,

I fell right back again...

-- Break my fall --

And wake me from this dream

-Matt