Levarius

       Cast out from the garden,  To prick my soul on the cruel thorns of reality.             I look up to the night sky     Its blanket the only thing saving me         From the sun's draining rays.   Slowly I stand and make my way        Step by step,           Towards my destiny...                  I am truely alone in this hell..      I duck behind the caverns wall, Hidden by nights cloak I watch her.        Her long dark hair Clings snugly to her side as the water rushes over her...  Soft, white skin, dark subtle eyes...            She is calling me...                     She moans softly...         Lost so

I enter... The party writhes with life Vitae's sweet scent envelops me, Commands me... I plunge into it. Gracefully My feet carry me through the teeming mass of bodies Warm and steamed, their constant brushing against me excites... None take notice to my misplacement, Far too breathtaken with my beauty at first sight to notice My cold skin, glassy eyes... Somewhere in the crowd I spy a flower Beauty perhaps to rival my own If such thing were possible... And she sees me... She wants me... I can hear her speak it without a word Silently I make my  way pushing through the last few feet of mortals and out the door the do

Absorbed by night I feared the worst Left alone, Abandoned Spit upon Cursed. But with each New wound I grew strong Resiliency flourished And I held on To my hopes, My dreams, My dear to hearts And self instilled The will to start. To look past the jeers And through their taunts Hold my head to the sky And grasp what I want

I'd sell my soul One sin at a time Extinguish a thousand flames, Just to preserve mine. Self obsessed, Narcissistic, and vain. A man possessed By love of this game. Now I did not say I'm afraid to die. For, If I may, 'twould be a lie. For what I fear Is far more grave Than lack of years. It's lacking what I crave. My name in thought, Memory in book, My story bought, My picture where you'll look. And these are the goals For which I strive As I fill my soul with holes, To keep my memory alive. And so my soul bleeds through this black pen Forfeiting a small piece of me yet again.

I picked her up late last night And took her home with me Shoulda seen us, quite the sight My little bride and me. She got cold in the car And slept for most the way The drive was far When we arrived, I asked her if she'd stay. She did not speak, But silently nodded in reply. I picked her up cause she looked weak, And carried her inside. I laid her down upon the couch And fetched some candle light. She looked so frail, could only slouch. Her skin was ashen white. I told my love that she look'd Like she could use a bite to eat. So I went, prepared to cook For her a special treat. I sure am glad it's thoughts that count Cau