A broken glass, stained with blood
a broken heart, stained by you
A whole new fear, I cling to
A whole new hell, from me to you

The darkness comes; light is gone
Hate rises, as the moon falls
Your nothing but ash; a pile of dust
I sweep you up, and yet you stay

Ashes are left, memories of hell
These things I found in you
I am lost, for I am ill
you are a succubus

I'm not well, I am sick
Demented is what I am
Because of you, I am dead
but only on the inside

I am dead, and so are you
at least I have my heart
unlike you, I'm not cold
you are demon-scum

Your hands are red, with my blood
My bed is empty, only tears
Your bed is tainted, as you are
I pray that you will die

Memories haunt me, don't they you?
Or are you still to cold
You see nothing, I see shadows
you're still a succubus