Much Melanin
Grim Ripper
This drug they call love. This addiction that comes with it, LUST. Leaving you drained and at the same time overflowing with emotions. The sudden rise and fall of infatuation like the tides of a tsunami. Like a gypsy I dance in your mind all day. Under a mask I roam your soul engraving my memories into you. Being the succubus that drains you of your energy, the colour in your eyes, hunting your soul and denting your persona. I leave your heart beating to the tune of my rhythm. You see there is a beast within me. She isn't satisfied till she leaves her prey lifeless and hollow. Vulnerable and shallow. It satisfies her when you drain your last blood to please her. It disgusts her when you can't put up a fight to her whims, allowing her to use your kind and soul as the main characters in her puppet display of Hamlet. You become only but a worthless jewel in her charade. She will go on and on until Karma catches up with ...
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