I hear you
Phantom whispering my name
Smoke carrying pain in the air
Everything reminiscent of Japanese nights

A world luminescent, filled with color
A city that never sleeps as long as we dwell there
In a room of red walls and a black bed
Where we pollute each other with sin

The smell of cigarette in your hair
The taste of rum and coffee on my lips
Tattooed arm pinning me down, making me smirk
The feeling of a warm tongue going up my neck
Darkly lined eyes closing to you, turning away

This isn’t love you know
Not that it matters anymore
All that matters is smoke and mirrors
The way that we make ourselves forget
And the way that memory clings to us in the shadows

An incubus with idle hands and supple lips
Knowing where to knead my flesh, what buttons to push
Dark laughs in dark rooms
And dark eyes penetrating me completely

Ah tell me this is all a dream my little daemon
Alabaster skin glowing in the moonlight
Legs wrapping around you, coiling around you one by one
Mama there’s a snake in my bed, but I don’t want him to go home

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore

These are dreams child, wretched dreams
Don’t pull your hair out over this
Just make yourself believe it never happened
Smoke and mirrors and an incubus, not a man of flesh and blood
Remember that