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14:23 Oct 16 2019
Times Read: 305
My body is a hand
hewn cabin, walls
hung with memorabilia.
Windows turning away
from the city, doors opening
to the sound of high-evening.
Here, the watery poetics
of you come to rest and
I grow lost as an unmanned raft
to the river. I think your spirit
must be a canoe.
That somehow it slid
into my mouth,
and found a way
through every tributary
of my body
where I am a never
ending space
of longing. An awareness
of the smooth pod paddling
through me suspended
in intimate silence.
16:05 Oct 15 2019
Times Read: 325
16:13 Oct 13 2019
Times Read: 346
She stands, translucent, on the stair
Radiant smile, and glowing hair
She beckons me to follow her
And my dormant love begins to stir
I follow her down shadowed halls
While she sings, while she calls
That I have nothing left to fear
Each word melodious and clear
We step into a darkened room
But I experience no sense of doom
I revel in my love's sweet breath
And the fading of my dread of death.
01:17 Oct 13 2019
Times Read: 376
Once upon a time the raven wept
At the funeral enchanted by death
The murder in bloom on carrion wings
Awake from the dream of my lover's breath
I kneel to the shadow
Of our personal Pompeii
Dare to whisper our song
From beyond the grave
"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"
How dare I love you so deeply
Splattered on the walls and ceiling
Paint in shades of Technicolor
At the threshold of death's parlor
I mutter, in flutter
I feel so haunted
Entombed in your sacrifice
The pitter and patter
Of the dripping blood
None better at blasphemy
Cursed within a rhyme the suitor came
Words echoed in her mind and eased the blame
Gothic seduction and nightshade with Faust
Damned when all was lost in the midnight flame
I beg to your shadow
Upon the walls of Pompeii
Dare to whimper our song
From beyond the grave
"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"
Can't help but to pull at my stitches
On my heart where yours bewitches
Leech away at me, horrific
So beautiful and vampiric
I shudder, heart flutters
I feed so haunted
Succumb to your sacrifice
Veins sputter and splatter
The life giving blood
None better at blasphemy
The call of the raven
Shall guide me to your grave
I kneel to the shadow
Of our personal Pompeii
Dare to whisper our song
From beyond the grave
"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"
How dare I love you so deeply
Splattered on the walls and ceiling
Paint in shades of Technicolor
At the threshold of death's parlor
I mutter, in flutter
I feel so haunted
Entombed in your sacrifice
The pitter and patter
Of the dripping blood
None better at blasphemy
Can't help but to pull at my stitches
On my heart where yours bewitches
Leech away at me, horrific
So beautiful and vampiric
I shudder, heart flutters
I feed so haunted
Succumb to your sacrifice
Veins sputter and splatter
The life giving blood
None better at blasphemy
17:37 Oct 12 2019
Times Read: 397
I will not believe all the lies
Wriiten in the fairie tale of my life
Black on white and day or night
Just a tragedy by the candle light
And
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
From the haunted moors to the promised land
Adorned in the fabric of Lucien's nightmare
I scorn the idols of Faith raped from you
Perfection in desecration beyond all repair
Where there was once a pallid reflection
Is now a portrait of savagery Lupine grace
The smell of decay clings to my body
Will you still love me at my darkest hour today?
I brought a rose to your bedroom window
Picked from the finest tomb in all of Carpathia
Who would ever miss a widow in her throes of dementia?
Because
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
Little Miss Constance Desolatia
You think you can hide from the apex predator
I can smell your fear, your blood and your cunt
As I drink eagerly from your scarlet sepulcher
The late night craving of the loup-garou
Can never be sated with just any old feast
I must get to the soft moistened center
It is only the best for the fucking beast
I brought the choicest cuts to your chamber
Plucked from the purest flock of the heart of Christendom
In the flickering embers you choose which of the virgins burn
Again
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
Write me, in cold blood
Another horror story
About my life
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
MEAT TO ME AND THE MOON IS FULL
I CANNOT HELP MYSELF
I MUST KILL AGAIN
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COMMENTS
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Dakotah
16:30 Oct 16 2019
Nice!