Waking up with a cramped neck

I woke up this morning

with a bite mark on my neck

it's as if a vampire sucked my blood

and fed off the rich amber plasma

pumping through my veins.

I am distraught

though not surprised

for blood suckers

theres lots of them hiding about

and usually easy to spot

unless you are blind

and unbeknown to their dance.

I don't know where this one came from

or how it came to be perched upon my neck

it's not as if I haven't had to host

one or two parasitic worms in the past

but this time I didn't even know

I was feeding the fires of their desire

by letting my heart pump with blind rage

at the disfiguring games they admire.

Now one wonders

how to dispatch this succubus

from draining life

and keeping the myriad of dreams

from surfacing through to be writ.

It's as if everything is stunted

when theres not a reason to be trumped

by the freedoms and the thoughts

that life ought to be on point.

These blood suckers though

they sure know how to hang on

and drain every drop of repose

that you have saved for yourself.