Now I lay me down to sleep
A haunting thought just made me weep
If I should die before i wake
My lifeless heart would start to break
My last words to you my dear
Were not the ones you deserve to hear
My soul, would not find rest
Only cry, Never told you it felt blessed
By your presence, By your touch
You were its life, you meant so much.
And so I wake, to let you know
You are my everything, I love you so
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