Poetry For The Poisoned, Pt. I: Incubus

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 sang
A hit of recognition
There was a time when I knew you
Well enough to know you won't be gone

Come with me tonight
Tell me how it feels to be alive

There was a time I had respect
A name of reputation
There was a time when I could watch
Myself without being in disgraced

Come with me tonight
Let's find a place where we can hide
Come into the light
Let me show you how to stay alive

"The word Incubus means to lie on. It was believed that any heavy feeling in bed such as a weight pressing down on your chest specially accompanied by nightmares it was a sure sign that an Incubus had attempted to had nocturnal intercourses with you. Given the religious fervour of the middle ages it's not altogether surprising that the idea of the demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon."