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Through The Darkness
21:47 May 31 2006
Times Read: 504




I lived in darkness



Withdrawn from modern life



My mind was full of negativity



And my mood was depressed



I can relate to the melancholic poets



And the gothic literature of Edgar Allan Poe



These lost souls are misunderstood



This is not a quest for evil



But a search for positive energy



I will come out of this stronger



Wiser and more sympathetic



I felt so restrained by modernity



By the pressure to conform and look good



I took a razor and cut through the superficial layer



To get in touch with my soul



I had to risk losing my life



To realise how precious it is



Now I am fully restored



A cloak of darkness surrounds me



I see the world in crystal clear vision



Droplets of blood fall from my eyes



A memory of the sadness I endured



A bright new spirit guides me



But the darkness will always be there



To remind me how bright these days are

dark love
21:44 May 31 2006
Times Read: 505






It is a night of sorrow, a song of death,

wolves vent their pain. The eternal one

awakes.



Wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,

a timeless desire.



Her inky black hair cascades over

pale and delicate shoulders, and her

full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the

blood streaming from the

pale flesh beneath

her.



Now a night of ecstasy,

I hunger.

Darkness Descends
21:42 May 31 2006
Times Read: 506








the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, stricken are we.

the god for which you lust

flares once, then dies,

crushed by madness.

all hope must die.



your passion throbs no more.

how could you not understand?

shadows surround us, crying,

we have lost our light.

Vampires
01:15 May 21 2006
Times Read: 518

All My lovely vampires went to hell last night.





And the diamond fangs of malice





that so pleasured my throat’s whimpering pulse





sparkle bright upon the screaming lawn,





the final gifts of my destroyed lovers’ passion.





How did horror strike such a final blow?





And why did misery rape the happiness that was mine?





With fingers too slick with red, eyes too thick





with lust, no one saw the deadly moment approach.











I had sat as always, atop a table of rose quartz ––





in the center of a golden platter. Sugared grapes





circled my feet, honeyed almonds, camellias and





roasted fowl were garnish around my thighs and hips.





The time had come to bleed and I shuddered with





exquisite anticipation. With rhythms hidden and delicious





my blood swelled into drops that slid through my pores





and sang welcome to the hunger of the vampires.











It was pride that claimed me when a single tongue





tasted my left calf, and joy when another teased





my neck. Fingers two thousand years old wet themselves





on my ruby-stained belly and trembled wildly





on their way to quivering lips. My throat was already





between two fanged mouths when the stranger appeared.











It was not in my nature to feed upon others.





Only to allow others to feed upon me.





Yet there burned a flame in the veins of this stranger





which stirred even my desire. The vampires all





turned away from me and too eagerly, far too eagerly,





flew beside the stranger’s splendid naked form.











He offered himself supremely, the bronze wrists





presented like twin virgins, his throat a gleaming new altar,





his sex a calm crescent moon, the eyes two oceans





filled with the roaring soul of the sun.





Bewilderment froze my brain as I watched: muscle by





muscle, and organ by organ his flesh tore between their howls.





Then: the smell of blood gave way to an aroma of light.





Eternity bled rapture and forty-eight vampires exploded entrails.











I woke up on the rose quartz table, blinking at sunlight.





Clean blood sang through my veins while around me





the heads and limbs of vampires evaporated





into a yellow nothingness. Damnation was all the beauty





I had ever yearned for. Who had saved me





when I had had no desire to be saved?





Soft upon my right thigh, an oddly-colored kitten





meowed the melodies of angels playing violins.

A Goodnight Kiss
01:23 May 17 2006
Times Read: 522

I don't know what it is about you

that always gets me this way.

But every time I see you sleeping

with your eyes fluttering gently

and your smile so warm and inviting

something deep inside breaks down

something frozen within melts

and washes away everything that's wrong

with the world as I know it.

For a brief moment the universe is perfect

and I feel I can do no wrong.

As I watch you clutch the sheets around you

pulling them warm and tight to your chin

I can find no fault in my life in the paths I have taken

or the decisions I have made.

I know that if my life were to end here and now

I would have reached the pinnacle of happiness

and perhaps some kind of deeper truth.

Because as I watch you sleep your perfect sleep

the sleep of the just

the sleep of the great

I know that even when happiness eludes my heart

and it seems the Gods are out to get me

that I can always borrow a smile

from your perfect dream

and a glimpse of a better world

in the reflections behind your fluttering eyes.

Final salvation
02:12 May 10 2006
Times Read: 529

In the swirling mist, my path is lost,

no turning back, it's the cost...



To the darkness, forever I am bound,

for me, final salvation is found...



My darkest secret, black veil of death,

in it's cold embrace, I take no breath...



Final sacrifice, split blood,

out, from veins just flood...



Everlasting hunger, my final cross,

in the misery of past, it is no loss...



Last drops of life, poured from the dead,

sacrifice for this night, made for the undead...

Dark Love
02:07 May 10 2006
Times Read: 530










It is a night of dark desire, a song of death,

wolves vent their cry. The beautiful one

rises.



Darkness shrouds her deathly form,

a timeless agony.



Her raven hair cascades over

pale and delicate shoulders, and her

full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the

death streaming from the

pale flesh beneath

her.