Pick Your Poison

Succubus and Moved Away

most days i don't think of her
but violence greets the rest
precarious and hopeless fool
returning from her breast

i ate the cost of avarice
and crossed to other side
it would have been the end for us
in silence i had died.

so long before geometry
could inject soul with bleach
your giant hands were reaching in
to slowly strangle me

my lioness my friendships eye
abandoned like the sound
of screaming into the abyss
oh who could you be now