Only a door...
Only darkness before me and fading light behind...
Yet I am pulled into the blackness as if my stomach has a magnetic connection.
I perceive that there is no escape
And so I stumble forward into the realm of nothingness
Into the darkness...
Where the succubus is waiting.
To drain my bodies blood for feast.
For Transcendental Magick
Her power grows with twisted thought; and actions purely evil
I cannot run
I cannot move
I cannot close my eyes
Trapped in psychosis
This beast has taken fight or flight,
And left me with impairment.
Destruction turns by bones to dust
Time heals not this wound
A fleeting memory all that remains
Of a phantoms whispering dream...
Lost and now forgoten
Come back
Like the use of pictures in a poem. Good Creativity.