Dark Poetry #4 |
The Soul of a Vampire |
Third Libra Member
since 2003-08-10
Posts 125South Carolina |
All the nights blur into one sleepless shadow A descent into that without light and such fallow I’ve grown cold in this darkness, my soul so hollow With none to satisfy my hunger for which I follow Though so hollow is that my soul, I still crave I crave for my lover; her touch of sweetness I save The tenderness of the warmth of her heart she gave So incomplete I am without this soul mate, so brave Much alike the hunger of which I long for There’s a wave of desire for flesh and blood and gore I cannot help but to hunt for the helpless on the moonlit floor It’s the never-ending story of predator and prey forevermore The demon inside grows thus more every night Flourishing upon the blissful taste of blood and fright Like that of a parasite leeching upon my sorrow and pitiful sight I crumble beneath the crushing weight of every bitter night Still, even with every drop of blood, there continues a lust A heart-aching floodgate of such a sinful thirst; none just Upon the blanket of the night I search more for which I lust My mortal Juliet, my Magdalene, the holder of my dead heart and trust All that I need, all that I want, is to taste her lips once more To hold her in my arms, to keep a love with both hearts dead and sore So fragile underneath the tears of my immortality; death none more I resist her no more for in this curse of Death I realize heartache she bore There is no face of Love or Life or Death without her Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear. |
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junemac Senior Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 1005uk |
Magnificent read. I enjoyed every line. thank you. Hugs June x |
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Third Libra Member
since 2003-08-10
Posts 125South Carolina |
Thanks! Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear. |
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