Succubi swallows   Substance pure   Teeth like knives   Stabbed in the mind   Of an embryo      Take another look   In your victim’s eyes   And know the killer   Will lie in the bed   They incised upon us      Faded lies   Lie cold   And feel   Traitorous ties   Bind blind   The infant atricial      Flying blight   Swings high   And cracks   The surface   Of the holiest mirror   But unseeing   Visual stimulant   Just has me   Seeing clearer      Embalmed desire   Lies dead upon   An epitaph   Crushing those   Who once   Held the damned   Icon upon their   Ever-hopeful shoulders      Smiling stranger   Swoons when danger   Caresses and cuts   A flash of red   From the seat   Of its bliss