A FAITHFUL NIGHT

	A faithful night, 
	That spring evening was. 
	Upon a lover’s lap I sat, 
	His eyes piercing mine, 
	A need burned inside us, 
	Spreading through our bodies, 
	Until we were writhing together, 
	Tumbling through the grass, 
	Clothes being torn away; 
	Hands rubbing, 
	Teeth scraping, 
	Moans beginning to escape. 
	Heaven could be no match, 
	To this glorious fantasy. 
	But . . . 
	Was my lovers need, 
	Stronger than my own? 
	In a single instant, 
	His lips brushed my neck. 
	A small prick tingled, 
	Sending jolts through my body. 
	I felt sensational, 
	Alive, 
	And I wanted more, 
	But he pulled away, 
	And said softly, 
	"Not yet." 
	I spread my legs wide, 
	And he entered. 
	Retreating and entering, 
	Faster and faster, 
	Until my back was bending, 
	Bending off of the cool ground, 
	Sweat trickling down both of us, 
	Making us shiver. 
	A final stroke; 
	A groan tore from his lips, 
	And a gasp from mine. 
	Liquid from his body, 
	A liquid life, 
	Spurted into my own sweaty, 
	Voluptuous body, 
	Filling me with ecstasy. 
	I lifted my head, 
	Nearly limp, 
	And gazed into his hot, 
	Gloriously dark eyes. 
	He needed no persuading. 
	Swooping down, 
	He seized my neck, 
	His teeth piercing into my flesh, 
	Jolts rendering through me. 
	He drank, 
	Drank until his body was spent, 
	Filled to his content and desire, 
	While I lay upon the grass, 
	Pale, 
	Dead, 
	And alive. 

	I am now here, 
	Lying upon the grass, 
	In this dark, 
	Quiet cemetery. 
	My life ended upon that night, 
	And my life began. 
	A thirst begins to grow within me, 
	Every single night. 
	It burns until I am weak, 
	Having to muster the strength to walk, 
	Reaching an open window, 
	And climb in to find a human inside. 
	
	It is a torture, 
	To kill another, 
	For your own pleasure. 
	But the taste of blood in your mouth, 
	Dripping down your chin, 
	Makes it all worth while. 
	Salty, 
	Thick, 
	And wet, 
	It savors, 
	And it replenishes. 

	Now I am still here, 
	Upon the grass, 
	Where my lover pierced my skin, 
	Where my life ended, 
	And where it began. 
	A full moon shines down, 
	Illuminating my pale skin, 
	Gleaming upon my golden hair. 
	Tonight is a night for loving, 
	And for eating. 
	I must continue the work, 
	Of my past lover, 
	For my life shall never be complete, 
	Until his task is done. 
	
	I sit up, 
	Staring off at a stranger, 
	Walking among the tombs. 
	It is a man, 
	Handsome as ever, 
	And will be mine in an hour. 
	He shall feel my burden, 
	And my pleasure. 
	He shall understand the burning sensation, 
	Deep in your stomach, 
	Yearning for blood. 
	
	I was reborn, 
	Upon a faithful night, 
	Such as this. 
	This man, 
	The one now in front of me, 
	Looking down, 
	His eyes roving, 
	Shall have his own faithful night . . . 
	That night, 
	Is now. 
	


	BLOOD LUST

	My darling lord, 
	Oh how I need you. 
	You can see it in my eyes as you walk towards me. 
	The room is dark, 
	With a single candle burning on a small table. 
	No gown to conceal me here, 
	No robe to conceal you. 
	We are one when we are naked, 
	Our bodies bare and uncouth. 
	You lie me down upon silk sheets, 
	Cool upon my back. 
	Never shall I forget this sense, 
	As your lips touch mine. 
	Jolts of fire singe through my body, 
	Burning through my veins. 
	Large, beautiful hands upon my breasts, 
	Kneading until I am writhing with near pain. 
	Your kisses flow down past my stomach, 
	Reaching my most sensitive, 
	Throbbing spot. 
	Your tongue! 
	Oh your miraculous tongue! 
	Entering and retreating, 
	Entering and retreating. 
	My back arches, 
	Stretching like a cat, 
	Purring just the same. 
	It is time for my own exposure. 
	Small hands are mine, 
	But faithful to me, 
	As they rove over your bunched muscles, 
	Memorizing their sweat. 
	Lower to your hips, 
	God, your wondrous hips! 
	Command me, 
	My darling. 
	Tell me to move my small, 
	Yet affect hands further forward. 
	Yes! 
	Your pride is in my power. 
	I move, 
	Forward and back, 
	Forward and back, 
	With my simple hands. 
	Hold me, 
	My lord. 
	Hold me until I cannot breathe. 
	I can taste your skin, 
	You’re salt upon my lips, 
	As my teeth skim across your neck. 
	Oh how I want it to be now, 
	But it is far too soon. 
	Enter me now, 
	My darling, 
	And I shall make it worth your while. 
	God, 
	Yes, 
	But it is not my true desire. 
	My darling, 
	I do not wish to tell, 
	But my lie is soon to become 
	A reality. 
	I shall never be with your child, 
	Whom you so wish to have. 
	My lord, 
	No. 
	Look into my eyes, 
	And see their black pools. 
	Enter me in slow strokes, 
	Turning faster and faster, 
	Until I am nearly off the bed, 
	Oh! 
	I am nearly there! 
	A climax is oh so sweet! 
	I feel your life, 
	Your energy, 
	Your own liquid, 
	Enter my sweaty, 
	Voluptuous body. 
	Now, 
	And only now shall I react. 
	Arching my back, 
	Long black hair cascading over you, 
	Reaching towards your neck, 
	A muscle throbbing, 
	Sweaty and muscular. 
	I shall taste my love, 
	My need, 
	My lord. 
	Clamping my mouth upon your skin, 
	Long, 
	Pearly white teeth, 
	Entering into your flesh. 
	My darling, 
	Your blood, 
	Your tangy blood, 
	Is sweeter than any gift you could give. 
	Into my mouth you pour, 
	Your blood, 
	Trickling down my lips, 
	Leaving streaks upon pearl white skin. 
	Enter me once more my darling, 
	And perhaps, 
	I shall reward you, 
	And myself, 
	With the Lust of Blood.




	DESIRE THE TEARS THAT STAIN

	Open your heart to me,
	Tell me all your desires,
	You soon shall see,
	I shall set your heart on fire.

	I will reach into your soul,
	Digging a deep trench,
	Never shall you be whole,
	Without the feelings I shall wrench.

	Ripping and tearing,
	Your tears shall fall,
	The fires will be flaring,
	Hades Hole will call.

	I don’t do this to torture you,
	I do it to myself.
	If only you knew,
	What was once placed on this cold empty shelf.

	My life was perfect,
	My life was golden,
	But now it is wrecked,
	No longer emboldened.

	Broken hopes,
	Shattered dreams,
	A tangle of strangling ropes,
	My life ripping at the seams.

	I once was sane,
	But not too long ago,
	My heart was put in chains,
	By a lover who had to let go.

	So here I am now,
	Killing you gently,
	Your escape I cannot allow.
	I am bent on you contently.

	Your tears shall fall,
	Blood staining your cheeks,
	Go ahead and call,
	No one will hear your shrieks.

	The desire to hurt,
	The desire to torture,
	To fall into the dirt,
	As the last final scorcher.

	Feel my hands,
	Burning your flesh,
	Like fiery bands,
	So horribly fresh. 

	Clean they are,
	But they will be stained,
	A permanent scar,
	Forever retained.

	The blood from your tears,
	The blood from your pain,
	Drowns my own fears,
	And breaks my cold chains. 

	But I shall always be captured,
	Tortured for eternity,
	The unfortunate enrapture,
	Of my abnormality.

A CROW (based on the 
picture below - click to enlarge)



Look at me. 
Beautiful, 
And ugly. 
My eyes are haunting, 
Black pools entering your soul. 
Grey, 
Once blonde hair, 
Tossed down my shoulders. 
My body is slender, 
Taunting you. 
You know that you need me. 
I can see it. 
But listen, 
My darling, 
I am not what I seem. 
Don’t you see it? 
My companion? 
He is perched upon my shoulder. 
He is with me always. 
He is my true love. 
We share a bond, 
Sexually, 
And mutually. 
Our need grows each day, 
As his body is concealed inside feathers. 
Black and beautiful, 
My lord is. 
He controls me, 
And I control him. 
You, 
My darling, 
Are nothing, 
For we are crows, 
Soaring to the sky. 
Forget about me, 
For I shall forget you.




DARKNESS (insprired by the 
picture below - click to enlarge)



It’s over. 
I know it. 
The city, 
All black with smoke, 
A permanent smog, 
Taking over us. 
The once glorious place, 
I once lived in happiness, 
Is broken down and destroyed. 
I sit upon a rooftop, 
Huddling to keep warm. 
My body, 
All pale and small, 
Is weak. 
I feel as if I’m going insane. 
I light a small fire, 
Beside me, 
Giving some warmth. 
I turn, 
A sword striking my attention. 
It’s blackened, 
Exactly like my soul. 
I sit, 
My cold breasts bared to the wind. 
Anguish overcomes sense. 
Tears roll down my cheeks. 
Away out in the city, 
Fires start. 
But I do not turn, 
No, 
I don’t draw attention. 
My life is over. 
The city is over. 
I die. 




MY LIFE IS A ROSE (insprired by the 
picture below - click to enlarge)



Pain. 
A pain worth measuring. 
Pain is my suffering, 
Pain is my life. 
My life . . . 
What a story that would make. 
Think of my life, 
Yes, 
My own life, 
As a rose. 
You laugh, 
And you scorn, 
But do not attempt, 
Oh no, 
To defile the unknown. 
I shall say it again. 
My life is a rose. 
It withers and dies, 
Just as the cold winds of shame, 
Blowing hard, 
Tremble at my frail body. 
Thorns prick my flesh, 
Blood sleeping down my hands, 
Soaking the ground. 
Yet . . . 
Spring shall come again. 
My crumpled leaves, 
Already fallen, 
Will bloom, 
Rising to the clear blue sky, 
Full of warmth and light, 
Reaching for joy. 
I shall burst forth, 
Burst from this chain, 
Holding me back. 
I shall burst, 
Beautiful and dangerous, 
Sweet smelling, 
And poisonous. 
You are the seduced, 
Now asking the seducer. 
I am alive and well, 
After all my suffering. 
In a single evening, 
I shall be plucked from everyone, 
And raised to the moon, 
And I shall live, 
Until a new year is done, 
And finally is gone. 
My life is like a rose, 
I say, 
For that is what I am. 
A simple, 
Beautiful living thing, 
But beware my thorns, 
For I have seen much, 
And far more, 
Then you shall ever know. 




LOST SOULS

Staring blankly,
The shadows dance across the wall.
My head begins to spin,
As my eyes watch the unknown.

The ragged souls,
Dark with hate,
White with anguish,
Reaching out for me,
Wanting my help.

I can't give what they want,
I can't take what they have.
I have a sight,
But a curse it is. 

I toss and turn,
Moaning on my bed,
Sheets becoming tangled,
As the hands claw at my body.

Leave me, 
Please,
But stay with me always,
My need for you is strong,
I love and hate you all. 

The ice touches my arm,
The fire burns my eyes,
The souls are inside,
Ripping and tearing me apart.

Go away, 
I cry,
Stay here,
I cry.
My mind is screaming,
Being ripped and torn,
By spirits and souls,
Wanting my help.

They’re greedy,
Yet not all at once.
They wait and they push,
They stay and they shove.

I cannot sustain this ordeal,
I fall to the floor,
The sheets tangled around me,
My writhing is unnatural.

The four o’clock bell chimes,
The spirits shriek,
Their time is coming close,
To return to their tombs.

A soul,
Lonely and cold,
Comes toward me,
Its hand reaching out.
It touches my cheek,
And burns a scar in my flesh.

I scream,
And as I do,
The five o’clock bell chimes,
And the dawn breaks.

The sunlight filters in,
I awake on the floor.
I sit up and scream,
As I feel the burn upon my cheek.




HANDS OF DARKNESS

Sadness is hard to overcome.
Grief is nearly hopeless.
Darkness is impossible.
Once you enter,
There is no possible way to return.

I have vowed over and over
Never to fall into that abyss,
But there are always moments,
Where I feel its cold hands pull at me,
Yanking me into its black prison.

Light and hope is hard to find in darkness. 
Hope needs to shine through and through,
But when all hope is gone . . .
Everything is lost.