Venom For My Veins Poem by Charlene Gray

in benighted sleep,
incubus quickly hovers.
your memory, my venom
gushing down my throat,
like infernal fire,
burning arteries and veins
cripple them all, leave no traces-

my heart bled red,
into streams of passion and regret,
at there you would beat forever.
soon I was awakened again
by quiet screams, jumbled thoughts
that spoke-

I lost you due to my lack of spine,
and now through the years, for you I would pine.