Who Am I?


The man who travels with his heart on his sleeve.
Rolls it up in deceit to hide his nature.
What is he, when he refuses companionship like most humans do?
The incubus who desires only sex, the left behind when everyone is paired
Lusting after men and women for shallow love.
What the fuck is this creature who passes himself off as a human being?
What the fuck does it do?
Those normal, question its intentions.
The cold hearted lover with burning passion.
Standing alone.
What is this THING trying to pass itself off as a human?

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