Life drained away by creatures of need
They lust not for blood, but that which stirs it
Succubus of the soul, coming to you unseen
In the far reaches of the mind, planting their seeds of despair
Promises of companionship, cold whispers of a warm embrace
Soothing words to mask the lies
Reaching now deep inside
Stealing warmth they feed themselves
Life force becomes effete
Lust insatiable, you're thrown aside
Left now cold and alone, no will to live
Echoes tormenting, as the mind fragments
Hollowness seeps in from the wound, emptiness invades
A phantom of what once was
Abandoned to wander desolately until death