Because of You

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....

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...................