Incubus
An Incubus came to me,
and I was stranded
on an Island unknown to me
Strides as far as I can take
I gather all that I can see
a world of twisted fantasies
Around, my aspirations
are all I can breathe
drowning in a glazy eyed state
Everything I wanted
tortured into macabre fonts
set to dance like marionette lies
I cannot handle my eyes
these must be dirty lies
tricks of the flies
I try to run
but the Incubus hums
a dirty little tune
And I zoom
right back to start
to watch the play again
My dreams, my horror
on a repetitive motor.
7\23/20 – Andy McRae
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