So tired.

So tired.

Of holding my head down.

So sorry.

So sorry.

For all those losses left unfound.

So severe.

So severe.

I struggle too firmly to commit.

So broken.

So broken.

With that precision portrayed unfit.

So wrong.

So wrong.

I set fire to what was left of me.

So hard.

So hard.

Cause in the end, you got the best of me.

So simple.

So simple.

There was only reason left to wait.

So beautiful.

So beautiful.

Now all I've got left is my fate..

Your enchantress of plenty,

I’m a demon of dreams.

My serpent tongue hidden

Behind alluring extremes.

You'll find no redemption

In the bane of my kiss

While the tempt of my caress

Leaves you drifting in bliss.

You're flying high on my touch

And craving my plague

As my toxins disgorged

Teach you to beg.

Laced sweet from my lips,

My venom will blind

As my saccharine tongue

Poisons your mind.

Depraved with desire

And ensnared in my web

You’re selling your soul

For the flow and the ebb.

Now, damned with the rest

For these affections you crave.

You will chase my seduction

Straight to your grave…

#poetry #succubus #isitgettingscaryyet

My mind

It's like a

Rolodex

Of misery

Turning pages

Of life

Back and forth

It won't shut down

It keeps spinning

Like gears

Rusty parts

Of my brain

Collide into

Anxiety

Intruding

The brain waves

Zapping my energy

Strangulating my peace

Like a time bomb

Within my core

Seeping sweat glands

Of pain

K.j.a. (c) 2017

Which key

Opens your heart?

I've tried them all

10 times

They are rusty

The door knob won't turn

They are brittle

Like my emotions

Fumbling

Trembling

Are you there?

I need you

I'm drenched with rain

From my eyes

Is this a game?

I love you and you know it

Why won't these keys turn?

Do you hear my whimpers?

I can't stay out here forever

Will any key work

To get into your heart?

My time is fading

Squating on the other side of this door

I wish it was a dream

But your door of love is forever

Locked!

K.j.a. (c) 2017

After a long day at work, when I'm standing washing the dishes with glassy eyes, not registering that you have entered the room, you ask me if I'm ok. My thoughts are interrupted by your voice - the only voice aside from my daughter's which is able to interrupt my thoughts. I stare blankly at you, not knowing what day it is. In my mind I had fallen from a cliff. I was busy drowning in anxiety and worry. Now a hand has reached down and pulled me up from the abyss. Your strong arms encompasse me. I am safe again. My eyes falter, then focus, finally managing to meet yours.The warmth of your skin absorbs my coldness. The light from your smile chases the shadows from my soul. Like pure oxygen reigniting a dampened fire, I begin to burn again. I am alive. All I needed was love. 

I drink it in,

Turpentine,

Draining the trees

As each volatile sip

Drowns every dream.

Depression is

Like a photograph

In black and white

All of the color having poured out

Its vibrancy drained away

What remains is an impression

Whether artful or bland

No more than a residue of the

Life that was

Supposed to fill its frame