I shouldn't have betrayed her

Staring at another girl's
tight breasts curled
in devil's cotton

That dungeon of a party
with an iron door that wouldn't
let an honest man leave

The succubus were abundant
that night, and I was feeling
vulnerable; full of sexual content

She managed to rattle her
painted claws around my
Jim Beam

We drank and left
with the veil of sorrow
trailing, imprinted by my
other lover

The day after, we're still in bed
and she walks in

My heart was dormant
when I told her lies
upon tormented lies

She cried

A single bloodied
tear derailed my entire
siege on women

She killed herself that night,
a child bellowing for the
darkness to eat her

I'm now a fathom with a
tight spiked collar consuming
my own vomit while choking

Vomit lies which I serve with
a smile to unsuspecting women
because I'm too far gone

Having a woman
spread for a night
doesn't outweigh
a death for a lifetime