The hardship of the succubus
Mein erster Versuch und sehr spontan entstanden.------
They cry for help, they suck you dry, your soul is hurt and you ask why? Is it to kind? is it my my mind? Your Certainty dwindles, but the fear it binds.
Reason over madness, in this case it fails, ignorance and impertinence, somehow prevails. Your soul, your pain, it never heals, but the deamon keeps nibbling until the final chapter, the final letter, says c'mon don’t worry my love, tomorrow, yes tomorrow, I’ll be better!
Dux 2018
