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
 Come with me tonight
 Tell me how it feels to be alive
 There was a time I had respect, a name, a reputation
 There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced
 Come with me tonight
 Let us find a place where we can hide
 Come into the light
 Let me show you how we stay alive
 "The word incubus means 'to lie on'
 And it was believed that any heavy 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 a nocturnal intercourse with you.
 Given the religious fervor of the middle ages,
 It it is not at all together surprising
 That the idea of a demon lover,
 Was believed to account of this phenomenon."