Born with a Curse

A pit in my stomach begins to form,
As words replay across my eyelids.
Words I've read for years ,
Words I've heard,
Words I've spoken...
Words I've kept tucked away in a beautiful little locket in the corner of my cluttered mind.

My heart begins to ache,
I fear the inevitable,
But it is what I deserve.

I was born into the life of a succubus.
Draining people's lives, from the love and passion they willingly give.
I was born with a curse,
Eyes set to kill,
A heart set to steal.

I dance with my memories,
Sing with my demons,
Make love to my hopes and dreams...
While accidentally, but knowingly stripping the comfort and confidence of another.

I will always whisper to the wind,
I will always look to the stars and fall in love with the winter moon.
I will always be one with the earth, and fall into her freeingly, warm embrace.

For connections cannot be broken,
They can only be pushed aside.
And I've accepted our demise.