Succubus
Succubus sugar bus ride me
ride me paraglide me
The ghost is a hustler she crawls like a reptile
Sextile percentile her cunt wraps around me
in darkness she found me
I feel her heart beat like a Super 8 film
project’d on a beat brick wall
I was bedridden there was dead rhythm
Is this a bedtime story a Grimm fairy tale
I’m a ghost now you’re a ghost
You’re mine she said
Bit my neck like a vampire
Bit my head like a mantis
By the stroke of dawn
there were two ghosts
not one
