I try to erase it from my memory,
I remove the last proof of your existence,
But your blood still races through my veins,
Your words linger fresh in my mind,
As a newly formed pain throbs.
I want you gone,
I want nothing more to do than you to be
Some Incubus come and gone,
How can I erase you from me?
How can I escape your
Inescapable grip?