I’m a 21st century succubus,
my intentions are made of gold
but I cannot continue living
without a tiny piece of your soul.
I’m a goody-two-shoes girl,
not so innocent but definitely naive.
I’m a puzzle of broken and jagged pieces,
with many an accidental trick up my sleeve.
I’m a fractured kaleidoscope,
my image shifts as you turn.
I’m a social chameleon
and by many a lover I’ve been burned.
I tend to be impressionable
like a moldable ball of clay
and I tend to be a reflection
of the innermost self you’ve kept at bay.
I’m a 21st century succubus
with a submissive tendency old as time.
I tend to take small pieces of the people
that I can claim as mine.
I’m a 21st century succubus
and what it means is this:
I’m a fractured kaleidescope of unwanted pieces
and in your heart I’ll always exist.
Because if youve gotten close to me
you’re a puzzle piece now a part of who I am
helping to make me into the broken picture
that is the living life, not inevitable death, of man.