Incubus (1/1)

He's a demon that comes to me every night,My mind and my body are possessed by him,And I want it, I call him, I won't fightFor my soul that perishes in these dreamsHis lips are toxic, his breath is fire,And his fingers burns when he touches my skin,But I need embraces of this vampire,Realizing thus that I make a sin.He's omnipotent, and I can't resist...Sad angels cry in burning skies...Don't look at all these awful things,Oh, Lord, turn away and close your eyes.