Poetry For the Poisoned Pt.I: Incubus

There was a time when I was young
A boy with bold ambitions
There was a time when I could tell the crooked from the wicked one

There was a song that someone sung
A hint of recognition
There was a time I knew you well enough to know you won’t be gone

Come with me tonight
Tell me how it feels to be alive

There was a time I had respect
A name, a reputation
There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced

Come with me tonight
Let us find a place where we can hide
Come into the light
Let me show you how we stay alive

[spoken]
The word incubus means to lie on
And it was believed that any heavy feeling in bed
Such as a weight pressing down on your chest
Especially accompanied by nightmares
Was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted
To have nocturnal intercourse with you.
Given the religious fervor of the middle ages
It’s not altogether surprising that
The idea of a demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon.

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