Around, all around, my ghosts gather.
My dread grows as the His touch,
Falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and darkly my
Blood drips
To the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In pain I call your name
While death Comes in closer.
Now alone, my blood falls upon the black earth.
This is because of you....
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Lights of the Dark
High above the land;
I stand before the day,
Soon to be the night.
Watching its eyes slowly fade away,
A silent flame creeps across the skies.
Time rolls slow to an end,
As a tear to its own,
Sounding its drop;
An echo to shatter the heavens.
Heavy; I am fallen,
Followed by the glint of my broken guard.
He trails close,
Our speed unmatched but all is still.
I close to the sky yet closer to the earth,
The earth I now touch;
Bathed in light though i am not.
The light fades; joined by the stars again.
Eternal Slave
Your dark black eyes
Cast their mystic spell on me
I see your hands
Wrap around my neck
Your lips are open
Showing fangs
My neck you bite
And suck my life
I am now yours
Your eternal slave
Painful Desires...
Watch me now
Growing closer
Peering around the corner
Dripping blood
A dropping thud
Blanketed all over
A constant beat
Within my chest
Though he bites down harder
Sinking teeth
A sunken wreathe
Of pure pain and pleasure
Love?
From the time I wake
'Till the time I sleep
And even in my dreams
I think of you.
I like to talk,
And fool around
Or, just sit and stare
But only when I'm with you
I never thought that this could happen,
These feelings that I have.
I feel lust,
I feel passion,
I feel need for you
Is it love or obsession?
Friendship or desire?
I don't know.
But I want it forever.
I never want it to go away.
Angel
A white robed figure, no shoes
floats
Halo balanced yellow tipped
starlike and striped
octopus light from behind
And face like morning sunshine
Flexes wings and feathers fly
As hair golden glowing
And decends, more powerful
Than the most powerful
or so he thinks
And burns and melts
As a whisp of match flame,
a fleeting glance of yellow liquid
Crashing, Icarus and torch like
At the stake
And decends into pit holes
And is the dark prince
And wreaks havoc and pestilence
So why begin?
Weather Child
Sometimes the air in which the roses
Grow and trees thrive.
Turns to boisterous,
Then rough.
It touches their foliage,
Then knocks them down...
So the child watching all this ...
Out of the window.....
Thinks without knowing what it's thinking..
Thats how it must be
Living with a parent with an...
Uncertain Temper...................
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