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 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



There was a time I had respect

A name of reputation

There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced



[Chorus:] Come with me tonight



Let us find a place where we can hide



[Chorus:] Come into the light



Let me show you how we stay alive



[Instrumental]



[Spoken:]

The word "incubus" means "to lie on",

and it was believed that any 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 fervour of Middle Ages,

it is not altogether surprising that the idea of a

demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon.