I'M Not Your Huckleberry Poem by The Poet Darkling

I'm not your huckleberry, baby
I'm not your angel of death
I'm not here to heal your heart
Nor am I here to steal your breath

I'm just a whisper on the wind
A zealot of suicide's heat
The mother of famine in your soul
And the ghost of all women that you meet

I'm no one that you've known before
But I am called by all their names
Don't answer when I knock on your door
Don't lie to me to hide your shames

I'm not your huckleberry, baby
I am not the one you seek
Cuz while your love may make me strong
My presence here will make you weak

I am a succubus of dreams
Seducing thee into my sin
Erasing sanity from your mind
Leaving you hollow and cold within

There's only one who could tame my fire
Only he could survive my lust
All others perish and lose desire
And lay lonely, to whither and rust