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My Vampiric Awakening21:12 Apr 25 2012
Times Read: 456
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My Vampiric Awakening
Poem by Decadria
I wake
First I see
Then I feel
Next I smell
Oh, what aroma!
Then I hear
All the world’s a feast my dear.
Now I must taste!
The world is only a single color-
Red
The texture entirely one in the same-
Flowing
But everything slightly sticky-
Fresh!
All smell too similar-
Yummy
The sound just-
Beat
Beat
Beat
Time forever at one rate-
Slowly
Beat
Beat
Beat
And left unique?-
The shapes
The shapes
The men
The women
The shapes
Which define the liquid around it
In it
Of it
As the blanket fits to its container
The Red, Flowing, Fresh, and Yummy!
Yes
Yes
My Creator would be pleased
For to him
All the world's a--
Feast
My senses heightened
By the Change
This is the world to me
For all of my Eternity
It will remain this strange
For I smell it
I breathe it
I taste it
I hear it
I feel it
I am it
Life
Death
Blood
I want to go forward
But I stop
This is wrong
There is something wrong
I can go
But I shouldn’t
Why not?
Must I hold back?
There is no reason!
Oh yes there is
No there isn’t
Yes there is
Then what is it?
What is it?
Refraining me from a pleasure
What is it!?
My creator is right!
There is no reason—
That is the reason
Reason
No!
My Creator is right!
I will be myself
For I am but me
And of course
All the world’s a feast
And the men and women merely. . .
Each dish
For all the world’s a feast
And the men and women
Merely a least
For the needs of me
The new and thirsty beast
12:45am 20:44 Apr 01 2012
Times Read: 471
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12:45am
Instantaneously blood blossoms bloom
I’d mistaken and I’m ignorance of what I stand for...
only as a scheme of light or plan of darkness
for neither shall I find hopes to have me enticed.
Which eye's lines intersect, intercept and breakdown
dry out and turn back into dirt and hope for high tide.
A mile long, a mile wide, a mile as a measure of time
a second is a thousand steps, an hour is an ocean
a day leaves me exhausted, either paths or chances broken
but a mile is my life. And I am damned to walk it
and life trickles down the sides of the tallest mountains
and here I lie, entombed within an inanimate universe
and I lie beside everything unreal and one-dimensional.
With no cause to bother, only my own unannounced humming
of which I’ve grown very accustomed to
by Singian
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COMMENTS
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Kaliopy
16:18 Sep 21 2012
That's great...I love how it lays out nicely on the page too!
Aja
02:44 Oct 08 2012
Thank you :)