ANY BLADE, ANY BLADE
As one lays awake, in one's bed
Filled with thoughts of longing
One tends to wonder the wildest things
Of committing crimes of wronging
One will begin to picture life
And how it slips away
One will wonder if one's knife
Could slice in a guiltless way
"Of course it can", one will say
Reaching for the light
One sneaks down the hall in the sneakiest way
Giggling in the night
The kitchen grows nearer
A wonderland of blades
One passes a mirror
And does not recognize one's face
One opens the kitchen drawer
Ever so gently
And to one's own horror
The drawer stood empty
The angels have come
And taken one's knives
One continues to hum
That same thriving tune that thrives, thrives, thrives!
"But any blade will do", one will say
Approaching the mansion's study
Sneaking down the hall in the sneakiest way
Filled with happby thoughts, both beautiful and bloody
One enters one's study
Ever so gently
One's footprints are muddy
As one wonders why, bluntly
One opens one's scissor drawer
In hopes of long, slicing scissor blades
One stares in vein at the empty drawer
No kitchen knives, no scissor blades
The angels have come
And taken one's scissor cutters
One continues to sing
That same thriving tune and stutters, stutters, stutters!
"Any blade will do", one says
One's head dancing
With red fantasy rays
Of flesh-slicing blades, entrancing
One freezes in the silence of cover
Listens for the steady breath
Of one's sleeping doomed lover
Who awaits a steady death
One hears the peace of one's lover's sleep
And releases a sigh of relief
"My lover is mine, and mine to keep"
And one is contented, beyond belief
One sneaks down the hall
In the sneakiest way
Staying close to the wall
Toward where one's lover lay
One passes that room
Continuing to the yard
Where the roses are in bloom
Due to that lover who works hard
One approaches the back door
The tall window revealing black
One might then watch the rain pour
Seeping in through the window crack
Turning the knob, one feels a chill
As the rain-filled wind pours in
The wind kept screaming and sounded so shrill
One's delicate sanity wears thin
To the shed is one's next journey
Where axes and saws awaited
Soon, one's lover will be on a gurney
And then one will soon be bated
One walks through the darkest night rain
Cold water cascading off the ceiling
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain
The thought of bloody blades so appealing
The shed is on fire, she shed is on fire!
My axes, my saws, my pointy drills!
One watched as the flames grew higher and higher
Shaking and shaking violently, with hot chills
The angels have come
And taken one's shed
One stops with one's pleasant hum
That same thriving tune is now dead, dead, dead!
One pounds one's fists against the posts
And still insists one sees the ghosts
Keeps screaming and stomping
Muddy ground flooding and swamping
One regains all remaining composure
Walks calmly back into the house
Dripping and soaking and drenched with moisture
Sneaks down the hall like a sick little mouse
Goes back to one's room
One stands by the bed
Standing over one's lover like doom
Longing to slice into the soon-to-be dead
One sings that same thriving tune
With vigor and with passion
One growing to look like quite a loon
Now lacking in all forms of compassion
One bites one's tongue in all the excitement
Tasting the puddling blood
Inspiring feelings of georgeous incitement
Swallowing the red flowing flood
"Any blade will do" one says again
Eyes widening with lunacy
"Any blade, any blade", angels sing "amen"
One has found one's legacy
Sinking one's canines deeper and deeper
Truely feeling the beautiful pain
Watching one's lover, the peaceful sleeper
Knowing one's gone thoroughly insane
"Any blade, any blade", one murmurs
Over and over, again
Foreseeing the murders
And counting to ten
Leaning in to Lover's pulsing neck
One's hands on Lover's chest
Feeling the rise and fall of a life to wreck
Lover's heart beating where one's hand is pressed
Sinking one's teeth
Into the vein of a life
The pulse slowing, beneath
Sinking in like a knife
One's lover has waken
But simply in vein
Lover's life has been taken
Washed clean by the rain
Any blade, any blade
One licks one's blades clean
The lover now slayed
One's crime unseen
Showered in blood
That glows like black
A great flowing flood
A bloody smile, one cracks
Any blade, any blade
When one's going insane
Any blade, any blade
In the pouring red rain
Any blade, any blade
In the midst of the pain
Any blade, any blade
To let one's lover drain
As one lays awake, in one's bed
Filled with thoughts of longing
One tends to wonder the wildest things
Of committing crimes of wronging
"Any blade, any blade", one says, once more.
As the angels sing "amen"
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Let me be the first to welcome you. I love that the way it was written Wow
Rose
Rose
That is quite interesting, but it has great imagery and feeling to it, my's likes ^_^ I hope there is more to come.
Saronin
Saronin
oh my fucking god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that was so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that would be the poem that a child of poe and that cat in the hat guy would have written,...hey your not by any chance,...naw...wait ru??
very good poem
that was so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that would be the poem that a child of poe and that cat in the hat guy would have written,...hey your not by any chance,...naw...wait ru??
very good poem
((Thank you all, so much! I have never posted my poems for others to read before, so I was a bit nervous. Thank you so much for the encouragement, and there will be more to come!))
SKY
SKY
wow....... *mouth sits agap* i've never read anything written like that before... AND I LIKE IT *bounces* refering to someone as one's is wicked........ FANTASTIC STORY DARLING! Welcome! welcome! welcome! to forum :)
SHE SENSES
She smells the sweet scent of strawberry lipgloss
As she applies yet another deep red layer
She tastes the nearly flavorless gum between her teeth
As she looks to the clock with all the time in the world
She feels her breath escape her body in a sigh
As she surrenders to the couch in boredom
She hears the clatter of a busy mother in the kitchen
As she sits in one place, waiting for life to find its way to her
She sees a bright, happy home
As she remains unsatisfied.
She smells the chill of the crisp night air
As she ventures to a place she shouldn't be
She tastes the cloud of cigarette smoke
As she lets it billow from her strawberry-red lips
She feels a constant aching in her feet
As she walks the streets a rebel, in spike heels
She hears footsteps that don't belong to her
As she stops to listen, as they approach her rapidly
She sees a man from the shadows
As she remains unsatisfied
She smells the man's strong calogne
As he leans into her, taking her hand in his
She tastes her own blood rising in her throat
As he sinks what feels like razors into her, deeply
She feels her hot blood turning cold
As it rolls down her chest in streams
She hears the satisfied moans of a feeding vampire
As he burries his canines deeper into her
She sees the black night sky
As she regrets ever being unsatisfied
She will soon smell the fear of a poor mortal
As she drains him of his only life
She will then taste the blood of another
As the sweet substance pulses into her little mouth
She will feel his fingernails digging into her arms
As her victim makes a last attempt at survival
She hears his last breath drained from him
As his last pulse drains him of all he ever knew
She sees the whitened corpse of her evening meal
As she licks her strawberry-red lips
...And she is satisfied.
She smells the sweet scent of strawberry lipgloss
As she applies yet another deep red layer
She tastes the nearly flavorless gum between her teeth
As she looks to the clock with all the time in the world
She feels her breath escape her body in a sigh
As she surrenders to the couch in boredom
She hears the clatter of a busy mother in the kitchen
As she sits in one place, waiting for life to find its way to her
She sees a bright, happy home
As she remains unsatisfied.
She smells the chill of the crisp night air
As she ventures to a place she shouldn't be
She tastes the cloud of cigarette smoke
As she lets it billow from her strawberry-red lips
She feels a constant aching in her feet
As she walks the streets a rebel, in spike heels
She hears footsteps that don't belong to her
As she stops to listen, as they approach her rapidly
She sees a man from the shadows
As she remains unsatisfied
She smells the man's strong calogne
As he leans into her, taking her hand in his
She tastes her own blood rising in her throat
As he sinks what feels like razors into her, deeply
She feels her hot blood turning cold
As it rolls down her chest in streams
She hears the satisfied moans of a feeding vampire
As he burries his canines deeper into her
She sees the black night sky
As she regrets ever being unsatisfied
She will soon smell the fear of a poor mortal
As she drains him of his only life
She will then taste the blood of another
As the sweet substance pulses into her little mouth
She will feel his fingernails digging into her arms
As her victim makes a last attempt at survival
She hears his last breath drained from him
As his last pulse drains him of all he ever knew
She sees the whitened corpse of her evening meal
As she licks her strawberry-red lips
...And she is satisfied.
Nice nice, very nice. Yet another that I like ^_^ keep em rollin plz.
Saronin
Saronin
FEARING FOR HER
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to say those things
He asked her not to scream
He wished her to just stop and think
To lace some logic into this spontaneous fit
He knows her well
He loves her dearly
And he fears for her.
She sometimes lashed out
Sometimes seemed to go mad
Often lost her grip of what made sense
Reacting only to her random emotions.
And she said things
Did things...
And he fears for her.
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to leave
He asked her not to slam the door
He wished her to just stop and think
To try to remember why she screamed in the first place
He wants her to stay
He needs her always
And he fears for her.
She sometimes walked out
Sometimes seemed to reach the edge
Often lost all sense of reason
Reacting simply to a bad hair day
And she threatened things
Terrible things...
And he fears for her.
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to follow through
He asked her not to hang up
He wished her to just stop and think
To try to remember how good life could be
He couldn't lose her
He loves her dearly
And he ran for her.
Banging on the door with no reply
He crashes it down with a wailing cry
He races to the bedroom to find no one there
He hears water running and runs up the stairs
He follows the sound, the constant sound
Across to the bathroom where the noise has been bound
The water has flooded out into the hall
The carpet soaked, with red stains on the wall
He breaks through the door with a boiling fury
His ached, pulsing eyes; his vision now blurry
He enters the room looking down at the floor
Flooding red water continues to pour
Afraid to look up, for what he might see
He raises his eyes and drops to his knee
There sits the tub, streaming red water
Emersed in the horror he vividly saw her
Floating in there like a stiff old doll
Her head turned back against the wall
Her eyes rolled back to reveal all white
His head seemed to scream with this teasing red sight
Her wrists slit open in far more than one place
He continues to her in a slow-motion race
He arrives to her, feeling her wet hair
He knew he once loved, he knew he did care
He raises her wrist still draining her blood
He kisses her hand in the rising flood
He turns her hand over and kisses her cuts
One after another, each slice abuts
He parts his lips, pressing down sweetly
Sliding his tongue across her skin, neatly
Tasting her once for the very last time
Drinking her warmth, reaching his prime.
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to do what she did
He asked her not to steal herself
He wished her to just stop and think
He knows her well
He loves her dearly
...He once feared for her.
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to say those things
He asked her not to scream
He wished her to just stop and think
To lace some logic into this spontaneous fit
He knows her well
He loves her dearly
And he fears for her.
She sometimes lashed out
Sometimes seemed to go mad
Often lost her grip of what made sense
Reacting only to her random emotions.
And she said things
Did things...
And he fears for her.
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to leave
He asked her not to slam the door
He wished her to just stop and think
To try to remember why she screamed in the first place
He wants her to stay
He needs her always
And he fears for her.
She sometimes walked out
Sometimes seemed to reach the edge
Often lost all sense of reason
Reacting simply to a bad hair day
And she threatened things
Terrible things...
And he fears for her.
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to follow through
He asked her not to hang up
He wished her to just stop and think
To try to remember how good life could be
He couldn't lose her
He loves her dearly
And he ran for her.
Banging on the door with no reply
He crashes it down with a wailing cry
He races to the bedroom to find no one there
He hears water running and runs up the stairs
He follows the sound, the constant sound
Across to the bathroom where the noise has been bound
The water has flooded out into the hall
The carpet soaked, with red stains on the wall
He breaks through the door with a boiling fury
His ached, pulsing eyes; his vision now blurry
He enters the room looking down at the floor
Flooding red water continues to pour
Afraid to look up, for what he might see
He raises his eyes and drops to his knee
There sits the tub, streaming red water
Emersed in the horror he vividly saw her
Floating in there like a stiff old doll
Her head turned back against the wall
Her eyes rolled back to reveal all white
His head seemed to scream with this teasing red sight
Her wrists slit open in far more than one place
He continues to her in a slow-motion race
He arrives to her, feeling her wet hair
He knew he once loved, he knew he did care
He raises her wrist still draining her blood
He kisses her hand in the rising flood
He turns her hand over and kisses her cuts
One after another, each slice abuts
He parts his lips, pressing down sweetly
Sliding his tongue across her skin, neatly
Tasting her once for the very last time
Drinking her warmth, reaching his prime.
He begged her not to do it
He begged her not to do what she did
He asked her not to steal herself
He wished her to just stop and think
He knows her well
He loves her dearly
...He once feared for her.
CARING FOR OTHERS
I speak to others as I speak to myself
Facing the wall in a small and dark room
I care for others as I care for myself
Sitting in the corner of a small and dark room
I smile to others as I smile to myself
Dreaming on the bed of my small and dark room
What others don't know
What others won't find...
I speak to myself in a demonic, crude tone
Facing the wall in a small and dark room
I care for myself, feeding on my own flesh and blood
Sitting in the corner of a small and dark room
I smile to myself, with my blood-smeared teeth
Dreamin on the bed of my small and dark room
If they let me out of this small and dark room
I will speak to others
Care for others
Smile to others
I suggest you pray that those others aren't you.
I speak to others as I speak to myself
Facing the wall in a small and dark room
I care for others as I care for myself
Sitting in the corner of a small and dark room
I smile to others as I smile to myself
Dreaming on the bed of my small and dark room
What others don't know
What others won't find...
I speak to myself in a demonic, crude tone
Facing the wall in a small and dark room
I care for myself, feeding on my own flesh and blood
Sitting in the corner of a small and dark room
I smile to myself, with my blood-smeared teeth
Dreamin on the bed of my small and dark room
If they let me out of this small and dark room
I will speak to others
Care for others
Smile to others
I suggest you pray that those others aren't you.
Great stuff, specially "CARING FOR OTHERS" that was very good, liked it lots ^_^ more plz!!
Saronin
Saronin
DARLING
Atop a high hill where the coldest wind blows
Stood a dead tree and a house with no windows
Living in this house was a girl named Darling
Hateful blue eyes and a face always snarling
Her pale skin made of porcelain, her hair jet black
A long sleek body with a delicate back
Darling's full lips made of glass, painted in red
Hid from the sun in the dark comfort of bed.
One fine night when Darling was out on the hunt
She spotted good blood and approached from the front
"Hello", she said, turning on her alluring charm
"Come with me my dear, I can do you no harm"
With every intent of harming him dearly
She soon discovered she liked him, sincerely
His smile, his voice, and he listened with harkness
Not just a mortal, but destined for darkness.
Darling took him home and they went on the roof
They spoke of their lives, not the slightest aloof
He seemed know how she was feeling, inside
With no limits in view, no rules to abide
They spent many nights on the roof of that house
He knew what she was by the blood on her blouse
Accepting her being, without fear or regret
He even gave blood so she wouldn't forget.
On that roof, he reached out with and outstreched hand
Offering her the small diamond wedding band
Accepting his offer, she gave him her wrist
Tightened up tensely, in a small little fist
He outstretched her finger, the only one bare
Gliding the gold band through the sweet midnight air
Placing the ring on her small little finger
Tense feelings of fear continued to linger.
She knew that she loved him, that night on the roof
And after that short night, she needed no proof
In love with a mortal, she knew what came next
As found in the pages of the Vampire text
She must give him the life she had been living
And feed him the blood he had been giving
Engaged to be wed, she stands bare and bony
Raising the dead would be their ceremony.
Leaning in closer to his warm, pulsing neck
She bit at his skin in a small, bird-like peck
He flinched in surprise and looked at her, grimly
She pulled him back fast, the moon shining dimly
She forcefully thrust her bite into him, hard
He let out a moan which she didn't regard
Fed more than she needed, she pushed him away
Hoping his death would be done with, before day
Darling watched him stumble, awaiting his death
So she could feed him from her, give him new breath
Watching as he weakened, she knew he was close
She turned, pricked her wrist with the thorn of a rose
Then bites her wrist so it will heavily bleed
Flooding with immortal blood for him to feed
She turns back to him, her pale arm dripping now
As he draws to the edge, too close to allow
When she turns back, he's at the edge of the roof
She screams desperately, like an old romance spoof
She tries to reach him, oh but only in vein
As he drops over the edge, falls with the rain
She drops to her knees, her arm bleeding wildly
Screaming and hurting, crying out childly.
She watches him fall, rolling down the steep hill
Down toward the city, at the mortals' own will
She darts inside the house and down all the stairs
Wondering whos seen him, if anyone cares
She travels down the steep hill, only to find...
Police and firemen, and others of their kind
His blood has turned cold now, surely it has
It's too late for him now, her lover lost as...
"...a mortal", she speaks, a tear drops with cold truth
"If only..." she starts, in her eternal youth.
Atop a high hill where the coldest wind blows
Stood a dead tree and a house with no windows
Living in this house was a girl named Darling
Hateful blue eyes and a face always snarling
Her pale skin made of porcelain, her hair jet black
A long sleek body with a delicate back
Darling's full lips made of glass, painted in red
Hid from the sun in the dark comfort of bed.
One fine night when Darling was out on the hunt
She spotted good blood and approached from the front
"Hello", she said, turning on her alluring charm
"Come with me my dear, I can do you no harm"
With every intent of harming him dearly
She soon discovered she liked him, sincerely
His smile, his voice, and he listened with harkness
Not just a mortal, but destined for darkness.
Darling took him home and they went on the roof
They spoke of their lives, not the slightest aloof
He seemed know how she was feeling, inside
With no limits in view, no rules to abide
They spent many nights on the roof of that house
He knew what she was by the blood on her blouse
Accepting her being, without fear or regret
He even gave blood so she wouldn't forget.
On that roof, he reached out with and outstreched hand
Offering her the small diamond wedding band
Accepting his offer, she gave him her wrist
Tightened up tensely, in a small little fist
He outstretched her finger, the only one bare
Gliding the gold band through the sweet midnight air
Placing the ring on her small little finger
Tense feelings of fear continued to linger.
She knew that she loved him, that night on the roof
And after that short night, she needed no proof
In love with a mortal, she knew what came next
As found in the pages of the Vampire text
She must give him the life she had been living
And feed him the blood he had been giving
Engaged to be wed, she stands bare and bony
Raising the dead would be their ceremony.
Leaning in closer to his warm, pulsing neck
She bit at his skin in a small, bird-like peck
He flinched in surprise and looked at her, grimly
She pulled him back fast, the moon shining dimly
She forcefully thrust her bite into him, hard
He let out a moan which she didn't regard
Fed more than she needed, she pushed him away
Hoping his death would be done with, before day
Darling watched him stumble, awaiting his death
So she could feed him from her, give him new breath
Watching as he weakened, she knew he was close
She turned, pricked her wrist with the thorn of a rose
Then bites her wrist so it will heavily bleed
Flooding with immortal blood for him to feed
She turns back to him, her pale arm dripping now
As he draws to the edge, too close to allow
When she turns back, he's at the edge of the roof
She screams desperately, like an old romance spoof
She tries to reach him, oh but only in vein
As he drops over the edge, falls with the rain
She drops to her knees, her arm bleeding wildly
Screaming and hurting, crying out childly.
She watches him fall, rolling down the steep hill
Down toward the city, at the mortals' own will
She darts inside the house and down all the stairs
Wondering whos seen him, if anyone cares
She travels down the steep hill, only to find...
Police and firemen, and others of their kind
His blood has turned cold now, surely it has
It's too late for him now, her lover lost as...
"...a mortal", she speaks, a tear drops with cold truth
"If only..." she starts, in her eternal youth.
QUOTE (VV_MoonlightVamp @ Nov 12 2004, 06:53 AM)
ANY BLADE, ANY BLADE
As one lays awake, in one's bed
Filled with thoughts of longing
One tends to wonder the wildest things
Of committing crimes of wronging
One will begin to picture life
And how it slips away
One will wonder if one's knife
Could slice in a guiltless way
"Of course it can", one will say
Reaching for the light
One sneaks down the hall in the sneakiest way
Giggling in the night
The kitchen grows nearer
A wonderland of blades
One passes a mirror
And does not recognize one's face
One opens the kitchen drawer
Ever so gently
And to one's own horror
The drawer stood empty
The angels have come
And taken one's knives
One continues to hum
That same thriving tune that thrives, thrives, thrives!
"But any blade will do", one will say
Approaching the mansion's study
Sneaking down the hall in the sneakiest way
Filled with happby thoughts, both beautiful and bloody
One enters one's study
Ever so gently
One's footprints are muddy
As one wonders why, bluntly
One opens one's scissor drawer
In hopes of long, slicing scissor blades
One stares in vein at the empty drawer
No kitchen knives, no scissor blades
The angels have come
And taken one's scissor cutters
One continues to sing
That same thriving tune and stutters, stutters, stutters!
"Any blade will do", one says
One's head dancing
With red fantasy rays
Of flesh-slicing blades, entrancing
One freezes in the silence of cover
Listens for the steady breath
Of one's sleeping doomed lover
Who awaits a steady death
One hears the peace of one's lover's sleep
And releases a sigh of relief
"My lover is mine, and mine to keep"
And one is contented, beyond belief
One sneaks down the hall
In the sneakiest way
Staying close to the wall
Toward where one's lover lay
One passes that room
Continuing to the yard
Where the roses are in bloom
Due to that lover who works hard
One approaches the back door
The tall window revealing black
One might then watch the rain pour
Seeping in through the window crack
Turning the knob, one feels a chill
As the rain-filled wind pours in
The wind kept screaming and sounded so shrill
One's delicate sanity wears thin
To the shed is one's next journey
Where axes and saws awaited
Soon, one's lover will be on a gurney
And then one will soon be bated
One walks through the darkest night rain
Cold water cascading off the ceiling
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain
The thought of bloody blades so appealing
The shed is on fire, she shed is on fire!
My axes, my saws, my pointy drills!
One watched as the flames grew higher and higher
Shaking and shaking violently, with hot chills
The angels have come
And taken one's shed
One stops with one's pleasant hum
That same thriving tune is now dead, dead, dead!
One pounds one's fists against the posts
And still insists one sees the ghosts
Keeps screaming and stomping
Muddy ground flooding and swamping
One regains all remaining composure
Walks calmly back into the house
Dripping and soaking and drenched with moisture
Sneaks down the hall like a sick little mouse
Goes back to one's room
One stands by the bed
Standing over one's lover like doom
Longing to slice into the soon-to-be dead
One sings that same thriving tune
With vigor and with passion
One growing to look like quite a loon
Now lacking in all forms of compassion
One bites one's tongue in all the excitement
Tasting the puddling blood
Inspiring feelings of georgeous incitement
Swallowing the red flowing flood
"Any blade will do" one says again
Eyes widening with lunacy
"Any blade, any blade", angels sing "amen"
One has found one's legacy
Sinking one's canines deeper and deeper
Truely feeling the beautiful pain
Watching one's lover, the peaceful sleeper
Knowing one's gone thoroughly insane
"Any blade, any blade", one murmurs
Over and over, again
Foreseeing the murders
And counting to ten
Leaning in to Lover's pulsing neck
One's hands on Lover's chest
Feeling the rise and fall of a life to wreck
Lover's heart beating where one's hand is pressed
Sinking one's teeth
Into the vein of a life
The pulse slowing, beneath
Sinking in like a knife
One's lover has waken
But simply in vein
Lover's life has been taken
Washed clean by the rain
Any blade, any blade
One licks one's blades clean
The lover now slayed
One's crime unseen
Showered in blood
That glows like black
A great flowing flood
A bloody smile, one cracks
Any blade, any blade
When one's going insane
Any blade, any blade
In the pouring red rain
Any blade, any blade
In the midst of the pain
Any blade, any blade
To let one's lover drain
As one lays awake, in one's bed
Filled with thoughts of longing
One tends to wonder the wildest things
Of committing crimes of wronging
"Any blade, any blade", one says, once more.
As the angels sing "amen"
As one lays awake, in one's bed
Filled with thoughts of longing
One tends to wonder the wildest things
Of committing crimes of wronging
One will begin to picture life
And how it slips away
One will wonder if one's knife
Could slice in a guiltless way
"Of course it can", one will say
Reaching for the light
One sneaks down the hall in the sneakiest way
Giggling in the night
The kitchen grows nearer
A wonderland of blades
One passes a mirror
And does not recognize one's face
One opens the kitchen drawer
Ever so gently
And to one's own horror
The drawer stood empty
The angels have come
And taken one's knives
One continues to hum
That same thriving tune that thrives, thrives, thrives!
"But any blade will do", one will say
Approaching the mansion's study
Sneaking down the hall in the sneakiest way
Filled with happby thoughts, both beautiful and bloody
One enters one's study
Ever so gently
One's footprints are muddy
As one wonders why, bluntly
One opens one's scissor drawer
In hopes of long, slicing scissor blades
One stares in vein at the empty drawer
No kitchen knives, no scissor blades
The angels have come
And taken one's scissor cutters
One continues to sing
That same thriving tune and stutters, stutters, stutters!
"Any blade will do", one says
One's head dancing
With red fantasy rays
Of flesh-slicing blades, entrancing
One freezes in the silence of cover
Listens for the steady breath
Of one's sleeping doomed lover
Who awaits a steady death
One hears the peace of one's lover's sleep
And releases a sigh of relief
"My lover is mine, and mine to keep"
And one is contented, beyond belief
One sneaks down the hall
In the sneakiest way
Staying close to the wall
Toward where one's lover lay
One passes that room
Continuing to the yard
Where the roses are in bloom
Due to that lover who works hard
One approaches the back door
The tall window revealing black
One might then watch the rain pour
Seeping in through the window crack
Turning the knob, one feels a chill
As the rain-filled wind pours in
The wind kept screaming and sounded so shrill
One's delicate sanity wears thin
To the shed is one's next journey
Where axes and saws awaited
Soon, one's lover will be on a gurney
And then one will soon be bated
One walks through the darkest night rain
Cold water cascading off the ceiling
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain
The thought of bloody blades so appealing
The shed is on fire, she shed is on fire!
My axes, my saws, my pointy drills!
One watched as the flames grew higher and higher
Shaking and shaking violently, with hot chills
The angels have come
And taken one's shed
One stops with one's pleasant hum
That same thriving tune is now dead, dead, dead!
One pounds one's fists against the posts
And still insists one sees the ghosts
Keeps screaming and stomping
Muddy ground flooding and swamping
One regains all remaining composure
Walks calmly back into the house
Dripping and soaking and drenched with moisture
Sneaks down the hall like a sick little mouse
Goes back to one's room
One stands by the bed
Standing over one's lover like doom
Longing to slice into the soon-to-be dead
One sings that same thriving tune
With vigor and with passion
One growing to look like quite a loon
Now lacking in all forms of compassion
One bites one's tongue in all the excitement
Tasting the puddling blood
Inspiring feelings of georgeous incitement
Swallowing the red flowing flood
"Any blade will do" one says again
Eyes widening with lunacy
"Any blade, any blade", angels sing "amen"
One has found one's legacy
Sinking one's canines deeper and deeper
Truely feeling the beautiful pain
Watching one's lover, the peaceful sleeper
Knowing one's gone thoroughly insane
"Any blade, any blade", one murmurs
Over and over, again
Foreseeing the murders
And counting to ten
Leaning in to Lover's pulsing neck
One's hands on Lover's chest
Feeling the rise and fall of a life to wreck
Lover's heart beating where one's hand is pressed
Sinking one's teeth
Into the vein of a life
The pulse slowing, beneath
Sinking in like a knife
One's lover has waken
But simply in vein
Lover's life has been taken
Washed clean by the rain
Any blade, any blade
One licks one's blades clean
The lover now slayed
One's crime unseen
Showered in blood
That glows like black
A great flowing flood
A bloody smile, one cracks
Any blade, any blade
When one's going insane
Any blade, any blade
In the pouring red rain
Any blade, any blade
In the midst of the pain
Any blade, any blade
To let one's lover drain
As one lays awake, in one's bed
Filled with thoughts of longing
One tends to wonder the wildest things
Of committing crimes of wronging
"Any blade, any blade", one says, once more.
As the angels sing "amen"
That was wonderful!
Morbidly beautiful, my favorite kind of read.
All of your work is astounding...I love your structure and style.
So glad I wandered in here...I have found a place I will relish in coming back to.
Great work! Thanks for sharing with us.
Peace,
MourningAngel...
:ph34r:
QUOTE (ravenous @ Nov 15 2004, 11:39 PM)
That was wonderful!
Morbidly beautiful, my favorite kind of read.
All of your work is astounding...I love your structure and style.
So glad I wandered in here...I have found a place I will relish in coming back to.
Great work! Thanks for sharing with us.
Peace,
MourningAngel...
:ph34r:
Morbidly beautiful, my favorite kind of read.
All of your work is astounding...I love your structure and style.
So glad I wandered in here...I have found a place I will relish in coming back to.
Great work! Thanks for sharing with us.
Peace,
MourningAngel...
:ph34r:
((Thank you so much, all of you, for your great feedback! It has been very encouraging and inspiring, and I assure you there is much more to come. Thanks again, I'll probably post something new, tomorrow. Good night!))
I love that new one, it's absolutely wonderful. And your always welcome, I like to tell people what I think of their work, especially when it's great stuff....keep it up ^_^
Saronin
Saronin
ALL BLACK AND WHITE
Black hair
Black dress
Black necklaces
Black shoes...
Pale blue eyes, fierce as the sun itself.
Red lips
Red fingernails
Red thoughts
Red blood...
Smeared over gleaming white fangs.
Dark thoughts
Dark life
Dark nights
Dark days
Pale white skin, white smooth virgin flesh.
A frowning world
A frowning victim
Frowning tears
A frowning death...
A wide vampire smile of white and red, under the solar eclipse.
Black hair
Black dress
Black necklaces
Black shoes...
Pale blue eyes, fierce as the sun itself.
Red lips
Red fingernails
Red thoughts
Red blood...
Smeared over gleaming white fangs.
Dark thoughts
Dark life
Dark nights
Dark days
Pale white skin, white smooth virgin flesh.
A frowning world
A frowning victim
Frowning tears
A frowning death...
A wide vampire smile of white and red, under the solar eclipse.
Yet another good one ^_^ specially the last little part
very nice, I liked it lots ^_^
Saronin
QUOTE
A frowning world
A frowning victim
Frowning tears
A frowning death...
A wide vampire smile of white and red, under the solar eclipse.
A frowning victim
Frowning tears
A frowning death...
A wide vampire smile of white and red, under the solar eclipse.
very nice, I liked it lots ^_^
Saronin
QUOTE (VV_MoonlightVamp @ Nov 17 2004, 05:24 AM)
ALL BLACK AND WHITE
Black hair
Black dress
Black necklaces
Black shoes...
Pale blue eyes, fierce as the sun itself.
Red lips
Red fingernails
Red thoughts
Red blood...
Smeared over gleaming white fangs.
Dark thoughts
Dark life
Dark nights
Dark days
Pale white skin, white smooth virgin flesh.
A frowning world
A frowning victim
Frowning tears
A frowning death...
A wide vampire smile of white and red, under the solar eclipse.
Black hair
Black dress
Black necklaces
Black shoes...
Pale blue eyes, fierce as the sun itself.
Red lips
Red fingernails
Red thoughts
Red blood...
Smeared over gleaming white fangs.
Dark thoughts
Dark life
Dark nights
Dark days
Pale white skin, white smooth virgin flesh.
A frowning world
A frowning victim
Frowning tears
A frowning death...
A wide vampire smile of white and red, under the solar eclipse.
Great poem!
Wonderful phrasing and perfect flow...
Your words seem to come alive.
I love your work
Looking forward to reading more!
Peace,
MourningAngel...
:ph34r:
WAITING
Running in circles
Chasing her invisible tail
Her cat eyes intent
On finding something that isn't there.
Running ahead
Traveling down a neverending path
Her tired breath striving
To reach the end of a road with no end.
Running through space
Floating around lost in an infinite universe
Her white fingertips reaching out
For the end that will never come.
Awaiting death
Wandering through life
Her empty body waiting
For an end that shall never come.
Running in circles
Chasing her invisible tail
Her cat eyes intent
On finding something that isn't there.
Running ahead
Traveling down a neverending path
Her tired breath striving
To reach the end of a road with no end.
Running through space
Floating around lost in an infinite universe
Her white fingertips reaching out
For the end that will never come.
Awaiting death
Wandering through life
Her empty body waiting
For an end that shall never come.
wow ! ur work is soooo fuckin kick ass ! !! ! , i am seriously amazed ! u use great imagry and ur wording is perfect everything just seems to flow greatly ! , ....i dont know wot to say now apart from , WOW !
TAKING
Loving him came to her
As naturally as breathing
As easily as smiling
As willingly as all her mortal victims
Loving him was one decision
With not the slightest hesitation
With not the slightest doubt
With no more guilt than feeding off innocent mortal victims
When questions of self sacrifice are concerned, however...
Would she sacrifice her youth?
No.
Her merciless hunt for blood?
Never.
Even for her love, would she give up even her long red locks of hair?
She would give nothing... for knowing what she was,
A creature of the night
There would be no sacrifice nor compromise
She was and remains a vampire
Taking all she desires from the world
To give nothing back
Draining the world of it's blackening blood
Giving none of her own
And that... is the survival of the vampire.
Loving him came to her
As naturally as breathing
As easily as smiling
As willingly as all her mortal victims
Loving him was one decision
With not the slightest hesitation
With not the slightest doubt
With no more guilt than feeding off innocent mortal victims
When questions of self sacrifice are concerned, however...
Would she sacrifice her youth?
No.
Her merciless hunt for blood?
Never.
Even for her love, would she give up even her long red locks of hair?
She would give nothing... for knowing what she was,
A creature of the night
There would be no sacrifice nor compromise
She was and remains a vampire
Taking all she desires from the world
To give nothing back
Draining the world of it's blackening blood
Giving none of her own
And that... is the survival of the vampire.
good stuff...... its very good...your very talented......
You have an amazing ability to make your imagery come to life...I love your work <3
Great stuff, you seem to be coming along nicely ^_^
Saronin
Saronin
((**THIS ONE'S A BIT DIFFERENT FROM MY OTHERS IN ITS STYLE, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!**))
WEAKNESS CONSUMED
Running like a frantic alien from an unfarmiliar entity
she darted down the shadowed road
her bare feet slapping the pavement with each leaping stride.
She was being followed closely
by what may have been her only fear,
as the rising sun cast a traveling light that followed her heels.
Wiping away the shadows from the previous night
as its light rapidly rised above the distant hills
and the nearby rooftops of unsuspecting mortals.
Out of breath, having gone without feeding for far too long
she couldn't afford to look back,
to watch as the sunlight rapidly gained on her.
She had never known the sun's beam could travel so fast
though it may have only seemed his way
because of the slow-motion movements of her own body and mind.
Having gone without feeding for three nights now
the world seemed to race and spin around her
her own mind moving in a sluggish, nightmarish state.
She felt as if she were wading through thick water
trying to outrun the racing world around her
her mind unable to keep up with what surrounded.
To the waking world
she may have looked like a thin, pale young woman in slow motion
just barely on the shadowed side of the line separating last night from this morning.
To her, however, she was slicing through the warming air
at her greatest speed, her immortal heart pounding her entire body
unable to feel her bare feet anymore.
She knew, however, that she would feel her feet
if the sunlight did, God forbid, catch up to her
and nip at her white heels.
She could feel the sun's heat on her back
the last tears remaining in her body streaming down her cheeks
as she wondered how she allowed herself to get to this point.
And she remembered...
Too long without feeding,
Thursday night's victim smarter than he appeared to be
and quicker, sharper.
He had pushed her down, had thrown her to the wall
she knew he would be out, calling someone
to tell them of the strikingly beautiful woman who bit into him.
"She tried to kill me", he would say
describing her features
in a desperate and overly-exaggerated state of panic.
She had to hide away, she knew she did
but couldn't go home, for it was nearly dawn
and she could not arrive home before the sun's early rise.
So she hid, in an absent mortal's unlocked cellar
she had fallen asleep on the cold cement floor
fallen into the deepest sleep of her immortal life.
Due to lack of energy from not feeding
she had slept far longer than she thought possible
all the way into the early morning of the next day.
Two full nights without feeding
bound to her new hiding place by the surrounding sunlight
until that next night.
She had begun to feel faint, weak
and by sunset that evening
the world spun lazily around her, as if going on without her.
She had staggered from the dark cellar that night
lacking the awareness and ability to retain any composure
weakly and drunkily letting herself travel down an unknown road.
She had moved down that abandoned road
for what seemed to her a few short moments
but must have been several hours in the surrounding world.
She had collapsed on that road, falling into another deep sleep
only awakened by a sense of distant warmth approaching her
her eyelids parting lazily to see the road behind her.
Traveling sunlight approaching her as she staggered to her feet
watching as the sun's beam came after her with a vengeful fury
running weakly, her cold little fingers reaching out toward the remaining shadows.
And here she was
running, panting
in one last, desperate attempt
to escape the sunlight
that she knew she would one day
have to meet.
She felt the panic, the worry
drain from her body
along with all remaining strength
as she surrendered to the unstoppable force
letting her body tumble to the pavement
weak and helpless even beyond her mortal years.
For those few moments
her mind seemed to catch up
to the world around her
traveling at a normal speed
as she watched the sunlight
slowly travel across the pavement
toward her pale, thin body
as she waited for far too long
watching the day slowly consume her...
As she had consumed life
so many times, before.
WEAKNESS CONSUMED
Running like a frantic alien from an unfarmiliar entity
she darted down the shadowed road
her bare feet slapping the pavement with each leaping stride.
She was being followed closely
by what may have been her only fear,
as the rising sun cast a traveling light that followed her heels.
Wiping away the shadows from the previous night
as its light rapidly rised above the distant hills
and the nearby rooftops of unsuspecting mortals.
Out of breath, having gone without feeding for far too long
she couldn't afford to look back,
to watch as the sunlight rapidly gained on her.
She had never known the sun's beam could travel so fast
though it may have only seemed his way
because of the slow-motion movements of her own body and mind.
Having gone without feeding for three nights now
the world seemed to race and spin around her
her own mind moving in a sluggish, nightmarish state.
She felt as if she were wading through thick water
trying to outrun the racing world around her
her mind unable to keep up with what surrounded.
To the waking world
she may have looked like a thin, pale young woman in slow motion
just barely on the shadowed side of the line separating last night from this morning.
To her, however, she was slicing through the warming air
at her greatest speed, her immortal heart pounding her entire body
unable to feel her bare feet anymore.
She knew, however, that she would feel her feet
if the sunlight did, God forbid, catch up to her
and nip at her white heels.
She could feel the sun's heat on her back
the last tears remaining in her body streaming down her cheeks
as she wondered how she allowed herself to get to this point.
And she remembered...
Too long without feeding,
Thursday night's victim smarter than he appeared to be
and quicker, sharper.
He had pushed her down, had thrown her to the wall
she knew he would be out, calling someone
to tell them of the strikingly beautiful woman who bit into him.
"She tried to kill me", he would say
describing her features
in a desperate and overly-exaggerated state of panic.
She had to hide away, she knew she did
but couldn't go home, for it was nearly dawn
and she could not arrive home before the sun's early rise.
So she hid, in an absent mortal's unlocked cellar
she had fallen asleep on the cold cement floor
fallen into the deepest sleep of her immortal life.
Due to lack of energy from not feeding
she had slept far longer than she thought possible
all the way into the early morning of the next day.
Two full nights without feeding
bound to her new hiding place by the surrounding sunlight
until that next night.
She had begun to feel faint, weak
and by sunset that evening
the world spun lazily around her, as if going on without her.
She had staggered from the dark cellar that night
lacking the awareness and ability to retain any composure
weakly and drunkily letting herself travel down an unknown road.
She had moved down that abandoned road
for what seemed to her a few short moments
but must have been several hours in the surrounding world.
She had collapsed on that road, falling into another deep sleep
only awakened by a sense of distant warmth approaching her
her eyelids parting lazily to see the road behind her.
Traveling sunlight approaching her as she staggered to her feet
watching as the sun's beam came after her with a vengeful fury
running weakly, her cold little fingers reaching out toward the remaining shadows.
And here she was
running, panting
in one last, desperate attempt
to escape the sunlight
that she knew she would one day
have to meet.
She felt the panic, the worry
drain from her body
along with all remaining strength
as she surrendered to the unstoppable force
letting her body tumble to the pavement
weak and helpless even beyond her mortal years.
For those few moments
her mind seemed to catch up
to the world around her
traveling at a normal speed
as she watched the sunlight
slowly travel across the pavement
toward her pale, thin body
as she waited for far too long
watching the day slowly consume her...
As she had consumed life
so many times, before.
WITHIN US
"Pain", she says
"Is a luxurious sensation."
"Blood", she grins
"A stolen delicacy."
"But fear", she warns
"Is not an option."
"Fear", she repeats
"Is a weak emotion...
reserved for the mortals."
"Fear", she goes on
"Cannot exist...
within us immortal creatures."
"Instinct", she moans
"Is what we give in to."
"Survival", she snaps
"Is our right, and our way."
"But guilt", her eyes widen
"Is not an option."
"Guilt", she repeats
"Is a pointless emotion...
reserved for the mortals."
"Guilt", she goes on
"Cannot exist...
within us immortal creatures."
We shall cause pain
And bask in our own
To drain mortal blood
And feed off the weak.
We give in to instinct
Far beyond animal or human
To retain survival
In our eternal life.
We shall never fear
Our own power
Nor power of others
For we are the feared.
Never to feel guilt
Over the pain
We cause to others
Nor the life we take
It cannot exist...
Within us immortal creatures.
"Pain", she says
"Is a luxurious sensation."
"Blood", she grins
"A stolen delicacy."
"But fear", she warns
"Is not an option."
"Fear", she repeats
"Is a weak emotion...
reserved for the mortals."
"Fear", she goes on
"Cannot exist...
within us immortal creatures."
"Instinct", she moans
"Is what we give in to."
"Survival", she snaps
"Is our right, and our way."
"But guilt", her eyes widen
"Is not an option."
"Guilt", she repeats
"Is a pointless emotion...
reserved for the mortals."
"Guilt", she goes on
"Cannot exist...
within us immortal creatures."
We shall cause pain
And bask in our own
To drain mortal blood
And feed off the weak.
We give in to instinct
Far beyond animal or human
To retain survival
In our eternal life.
We shall never fear
Our own power
Nor power of others
For we are the feared.
Never to feel guilt
Over the pain
We cause to others
Nor the life we take
It cannot exist...
Within us immortal creatures.
((Would also like to let everyone know that I've posted all these poems and more at my site www.freewebs.com/vampireskies. Let me know what you think! 
))
))
I absolutely loved it! It was so dark and morbid. You could completely feel the intense emotion. You have a real way with words. Don't ever let anyone say that you're not talented. I can't wait for more and you've inspired me so.
WASTED COWARD
He bleeds as she'll watch
He begs for her mercy
He cries as she'll smile
He pleads for his life
She stands as he crawls
Looks down at the coward
She snarls as he drains
She is disgusted
A man who once thought he was brave
Who once thought he was strong
Who once claimed to protect
Who said he was a man
Now a coward, he blubbers and cries
As she looks in to his weepy eyes
His arrogance based on proud lies
He will remain a coward as he dies
Disgusted by his weakness
Her appetite lost
Trapped in his cloud of bleakness
Her arms remain crossed
With no desire to drink from him
She turns her back on the pathetic and grim
She shall let him bleed to death tonight
For he deserves no better, and no rights
A disgusting and sad mortal thing
She will not take one sip of what his wounds bring
And he will be wasted.
He bleeds as she'll watch
He begs for her mercy
He cries as she'll smile
He pleads for his life
She stands as he crawls
Looks down at the coward
She snarls as he drains
She is disgusted
A man who once thought he was brave
Who once thought he was strong
Who once claimed to protect
Who said he was a man
Now a coward, he blubbers and cries
As she looks in to his weepy eyes
His arrogance based on proud lies
He will remain a coward as he dies
Disgusted by his weakness
Her appetite lost
Trapped in his cloud of bleakness
Her arms remain crossed
With no desire to drink from him
She turns her back on the pathetic and grim
She shall let him bleed to death tonight
For he deserves no better, and no rights
A disgusting and sad mortal thing
She will not take one sip of what his wounds bring
And he will be wasted.
DRAINED
With plenty to lose
Knowing none can be lost
The world at one's feet
Mortals at one's mercy.
Living is easy
Feeding is free
Costs pure viciousness
One always rich
One simply living
A life never been lived
One simply hunting
Those not really living
One wishes them well
Hopes their heaven is real
Where they shall return
At one's own godly hand.
One not playing God
But simply being
Beyond possible
One nearly beyond real.
With no emotion
One feeds in ecstacy
With no signs of guilt
One leaves the drained body.
Living is easy
Feeding is free
Costs humanity
One running dry.
As one drains
One being drained
of rights to feel
humanity
to feel any guilt
to feel at all.
To feel anything
Anything but power
Anything but good
Anything but God.
Drain the blood
Drink it, fast
Before it gets cold
And the taste grows sour.
Drain the blood
Bite in hard
Extort pumping life
To extend one's own
Drain the blood
And smile red.
With plenty to lose
Knowing none can be lost
The world at one's feet
Mortals at one's mercy.
Living is easy
Feeding is free
Costs pure viciousness
One always rich
One simply living
A life never been lived
One simply hunting
Those not really living
One wishes them well
Hopes their heaven is real
Where they shall return
At one's own godly hand.
One not playing God
But simply being
Beyond possible
One nearly beyond real.
With no emotion
One feeds in ecstacy
With no signs of guilt
One leaves the drained body.
Living is easy
Feeding is free
Costs humanity
One running dry.
As one drains
One being drained
of rights to feel
humanity
to feel any guilt
to feel at all.
To feel anything
Anything but power
Anything but good
Anything but God.
Drain the blood
Drink it, fast
Before it gets cold
And the taste grows sour.
Drain the blood
Bite in hard
Extort pumping life
To extend one's own
Drain the blood
And smile red.
Wow i loved all your work. i truly did. i know you heard it before but again great imagry. all your work seems so sad. but its so good. please write more.
QUOTE (darkangel42090 @ Dec 10 2004, 05:44 PM)
Wow i loved all your work. i truly did. i know you heard it before but again great imagry. all your work seems so sad. but its so good. please write more.
((Thanks again so much, to all of you who have responded, and keep checking back because I assure you more is on the way!))
DO ME NO WRONG
"Do me no wrong, my love
Do me no wrong
For you do love my face
Please, do it no wrong",
I will ask him.
I will plead
I will then cry
Make my tears stream
"I could not harm you, my love",
He will say
Stroking my hand sweetly.
"I could not wrong my love."
I will pull him to me
In a gentle embrace
Resting my head upon his shoulder
Smiling inside.
Laughing inside, a clever giggle.
Laughing at him.
Inside I laugh as he watches me cry
As I move my head closer
To his tanned neck.
"Do me no wrong, my love
Do me no wrong",
I once said.
For it is I
Who shall wrong you.
Moving in closer I gently kiss his neck
Kiss it all over,
Seemingly with affection
Actually searching for a vein.
Feeling a protruding vein
It's warmth on my lips
I can feel its' pulse.
Opening wide, I approach tonight's meal.
Waited so long, worked so hard
An entire night of flattery
Of mocking love
To arrive at this moment.
The hunt in the past
Now for the feeding.
I sink my teeth in
I feel him bleeding.
I hear him yelp, first
Then hear him moan.
Feeling the hum
Of his open throat drone.
"Do me no wrong, my love
Do me no wrong",
For it is I
Who shall wrong you.
"Do me no wrong, my love
Do me no wrong
For you do love my face
Please, do it no wrong",
I will ask him.
I will plead
I will then cry
Make my tears stream
"I could not harm you, my love",
He will say
Stroking my hand sweetly.
"I could not wrong my love."
I will pull him to me
In a gentle embrace
Resting my head upon his shoulder
Smiling inside.
Laughing inside, a clever giggle.
Laughing at him.
Inside I laugh as he watches me cry
As I move my head closer
To his tanned neck.
"Do me no wrong, my love
Do me no wrong",
I once said.
For it is I
Who shall wrong you.
Moving in closer I gently kiss his neck
Kiss it all over,
Seemingly with affection
Actually searching for a vein.
Feeling a protruding vein
It's warmth on my lips
I can feel its' pulse.
Opening wide, I approach tonight's meal.
Waited so long, worked so hard
An entire night of flattery
Of mocking love
To arrive at this moment.
The hunt in the past
Now for the feeding.
I sink my teeth in
I feel him bleeding.
I hear him yelp, first
Then hear him moan.
Feeling the hum
Of his open throat drone.
"Do me no wrong, my love
Do me no wrong",
For it is I
Who shall wrong you.
SITTING ON THE GRAVESTONE
Sitting on the gravestone
Of the long-lived
Putting out my cigarette
On the stone surface
Of an engraved name
I never bothered to read.
Sitting on the gravestone
Running cold fingertips
Over the stone
Surrounding night air
Rising goosebumps
On my pale flesh.
Sitting on the gravestone
Of the short-lived
So young, so strong
Obviously not stronger
Than I who put him there
I who drove him to an early grave.
Sitting on the gravestone
Which bares my own name
They saw me die
Some saw me rise
Whom I showed to their graves
Here's to the short-lived.
Sitting on the gravestone
Time crumbles it away
So young, now weak
Brittle bones remaining
You who I showed to your grave
Sitting on the gravestone.
Sitting on the gravestone
Of the long-lived
Putting out my cigarette
On the stone surface
Of an engraved name
I never bothered to read.
Sitting on the gravestone
Running cold fingertips
Over the stone
Surrounding night air
Rising goosebumps
On my pale flesh.
Sitting on the gravestone
Of the short-lived
So young, so strong
Obviously not stronger
Than I who put him there
I who drove him to an early grave.
Sitting on the gravestone
Which bares my own name
They saw me die
Some saw me rise
Whom I showed to their graves
Here's to the short-lived.
Sitting on the gravestone
Time crumbles it away
So young, now weak
Brittle bones remaining
You who I showed to your grave
Sitting on the gravestone.
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