My Very Own Lilith

I thought I'd met an angel,
When I first laid eyes on you,
You seduced me with temptation,
From the long forbidden fruit,
I fell for you, head over heals,
You cast me in your spell,
I became your loyal servant,
And sold to you, my soul.

You laid down the law like a tyrant,
Demanding loyalty,
Before too long I realized,
That I was in too deep,
I tried to break away from you,
But you held me in your grip,
A bolt from your poisoned tongue,
Locked me in your crypt.

You bathed in the blood,
Of Elizabeth Bathory's ghost,
As I drowned in the alcohol,
Of the urine that you spoke,
Your fire and brimstone speeches,
Of compromise or else,
Gave me the vulnerability,
Of a refugee from Hell.

So many times over,
I tried to flee your cage,
But each time I was humbled,
As you flew into a rage,
You beat resistance out of me,
With the venom that you made,
Leaving me degraded,
Corrupted and depraved.

Your perverted sense of morals,
That held me in their grasp,
Curled around my senses,
Like a snake upon the grass,
They held me in the illusions,
Of your vanity's conceit,
To you I meant nothing,
Just another peace of meat.

Like a succubus warrior,
You tried to drain my life,
Each day I felt weaker,
As I struggled to survive,
Although I feared the penalty,
For disobeying your command,
I knew escape was imminent,
Retribution was at hand.

Now that I am finally free,
From your evil spell,
I hate you with a vengeance,
And hope you rot in Hell,
May Beelzebub clasp his hands,
To catch your dying breath,
And may you face eternal damnation.
My very own Lilith!