Sipping from the vial green
poison to her soul
ripping scratching tearing
out her memories in whole

Staring through the vast expanse
darker starker thin.
Searching for a peace before
its lost so deep within

Circling above her buzzards
dread instills a tragic fear
hiding from herself in vain
running down the pier

Sent to find a feeling lost
horrific ghastly tears
they drive away the pleasentries
adding on the years

Somebody whispered vilely
a curse into her head
Now shes lost and all alone
and chivalry is dead.

Shes feeding clover to the wolf
whos chewing on her skin
in her ears a monotone
a stirring from within

She tells a solemn tale
about the creation of her sin
while staring at the Eucharist
and hiding once again.

Once there was a legacy
that she would have to fill
now shes just a succubus
and she has learned to kill.

-Chris Main