The simplicity I once possessed is gone.
Whatever I thought I had disappeared.
I've tried it all; even sitting at dawn.
Still, not a cloud has cleared.
Why must I be under this constant fog?
It seems something is stopping me.
This is more than a pen clot.
I've tried every key.
So, maybe it has something to do with you.
As I sit writing this, you damage me like a nail into my conscious.
It breaks all of my concentration.
I feel your cold knife dissecting me.
It's now, I realize you're still my problem.
You're still what's stabbing me, paralyzed.
I thought I would never again succumb.
I thought I had you sterilized.
But, even a my best, it's all a lie.
You're a damn leach
And you plan to suck me dry,
Aren't you?
I can't stand what you've become.
I never want you back in my life;
And yet, when I know we're done,
I still wonder about your strife.
What caused the monster you are today?
Why must you consume man?
Till he has nothing left to say.
They are afraid of you.
They're just little lamb.
No match for you, succubus.
They don't even raise a hand.
Stop looking at them like an incubus.
Stop fighting a faux pas rivalry,
And don't you dare blame me.
