Succubus

Dear banshee
out in the depths of my pity
I'm drunk as a skunk
and the sinking feeling
is nearly complete.

You and I are us
as it were
and it was

And it's just
I'm haunted
by memories
that I may or may not have
attached to the darker shades.

The needless things.

In pieces
I'm repeating myself all day
The tragic, the fashion,
the motherfucking pity police
Here they come to see
and I say that it's easy but

I'm not sure I'm passing it off these days