a life unaccounted for

Celestial bliss I felt as I accede to your arm
A refuge for the destitute, no judgment, no harm
Lull me into sleep, never put up a fight
Fiery eyes connected with mine, and nothing’s ever right

Your hand traveled: coursing, finding its place
Lost in the potter’s field, in itself a maze
Found the one in hiding, you clamor and grasp
Elysian Fields erupted, then out I passed

I’m your own succubus, a paradisiacal one
Cadaverous and stygian, I’m here but I’m gone
With me even in abattoir, Nirvana will be felt
Blood will be effused, into annihilation you’ll melt