Laughter shall abide beside my window, sounding it's boisterous echoes,
The moon shall flash it's teeth upon me and show me where to roam.
The night shall sparkle and entangle me with greed,
Wanting, needing, craving, crimson gold,
To feel the stream of sin trickle down my lips, and my bossom be turned to red.
I slowly wander these woods with fire in my eyes,
Burning, burning, burning,
The embers shall smolder the earth and be reminded of my presence.
The branches crackle under my feet,
Finding ways to fully diminish until I have my fill,
I shall leave my mark on this lost soul with a soft skim of my lips
They will be forgotten.
Left to abide with creatures unnumbered, unknown to this world
How will they be remembered?
As the once life sprouting soul who smiled upon the sun?
Or the rotting, decaying bit of flesh that shall join the worms for eternity?
I slowly walk the light of the moon,
It's luminous smile flashing towards me,
I smile back,
Bearing crimson soaked teeth,
I shall slumber til the moon beckons to me again.
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FallenPrincess
02:16 Sep 24 2011
I really like this and I can sure relate. Great job!