Incubus a.k.a. I Sold My Soul To The Devil
Warm silent nights
Of Chinese tea and Snapdragon…
Time spent on
Idle chatter and
Murmurs of Life and Love and Death.
I close my eyes
And hear the sound of your breath
And for a moment,
I die.
In my tongue,
I taste the bitterness of chocolate;
And cringe
At the smell of Guilt…
Me – trapped forever in that xanthic sky
The emotions flood within me –
As I feel the pleasure in pain.
Frost
Brushes against my skin,
Trickling down my face,
Leaving a trace of red
As I watch the grotesque smiles of angels slain.
Embrace silent nights
Of Chinese tea and Snapdragon…
Hold my hand
And see the light
Warm kisses by the crackling fire
Keep me alive
Keep me dancing to
The sonata
Of blood clashing with blood
Only for tonight.
Only for tonight.
c9 a/n: hmmm...i feel as if a poem fits the mood in this particular part,
where everyone seems to be on the verge of hysteria...u
somehow, the poem is the POV of all the four of them...
just dig into it...u
i love it when readers get the chance to actually think for themselves.uu
btw, my incubus isn't brutal.
it's not the "thorned cock" or "icy dick of the devil" kind of crap. Uu
so whatcha think? hate it or love it, justreview!