The Succubus

She's a breath of fresh air, with a grip that will choke.
A flame that will burn you, but in the end she's just smoke.
An addiction so moorish, you can never get away.
A Siren so beautiful, that will lead you astray.

My beauty my darling, a piece of myself,
My trophy my prize, Sat up on a shelf
But be careful, the tips, laced with poison most foul,
A prick to the finger, and in pain you will howl.

She will boil in your veins, with her atrial steam,
She will freeze in your lungs, so she can't hear you scream,
But when you look in her eyes, no intent you will see,
She means not to hurt you, there's no need to flee.

Like a storm she will twist, and distort what is real,
Where her tears fall like raindrops,
And will cut you like steel,
She has no comprehension of the tempest that breaks,
My world to oblivion, shattered by my mistakes.

I have often wondered, if my life would be better,
If we'd never crossed paths, if I never had met her,
But in truth I do crave it, every part of that beast,
I would lay myself bare, so at my soul she could feast

She's an angel, a demon, a divine being I'm sure.
A creature so perfect, I'm a fish to her lure.
She can make me or break me,
Haunt my dreams in my sleep.
And I'll never escape her,
Because my heart is hers to keep.