Poetry For The Poisoned (Part I Incubus)

1. There was a time when I was young
A boy with bold ambitions
There was a time when I could
Tell the crooked from the wicked one.

There was a song that someone sung
A hint of recognition
There was a time I knew
You well enough to know you won't be gone.

[Chorus:]
Come with me tonight
Tell me how it feels to be alive.

2. There was a time I had respect
A name, a reputation
There was a time when I could
Watch myself without being disgraced.

[Chorus x2]

[Spoken:]
The word incubus means to lie on
And it was believed that any heavy feeling in bed
Such as a weight pressing down on your chest
Especially accompanied by nightmares
Was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted
To have nocturnal intercourse with you.
Given the religious fervor of the middle ages
It's not altogether surprising that
The idea of a demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon.