Succubi swallowsnSubstance purenTeeth like knivesnStabbed in the mindnOf an embryonnTake another looknIn your victim’s eyesnAnd know the killernWill lie in the bednThey incised upon usnnFaded liesnLie coldnAnd feelnTraitorous tiesnBind blindnThe infant atricialnnFlying blightnSwings highnAnd cracksnThe surfacenOf the holiest mirrornBut unseeingnVisual stimulantnJust has menSeeing clearernnEmbalmed desirenLies dead uponnAn epitaphnCrushing thosenWho oncenHeld the damnednIcon upon theirnEver-hopeful shouldersnnSmiling strangernSwoons when dangernCaresses and cutsnA flash of rednFrom the seatnOf its bliss