SLAVE
21:28 Aug 30 2005
Times Read: 847
Written with thoughts of Milady...
I am laid in the bed of her dark desire,
Without hope for reprieve from her deep burning fire,
Upon me the lashes of the black cracking whip,
Welts of my blood,
Beginning to drip,
This is the secret of my hearts enquire.
Within her face,
I see so much malice- but yet,
It’s expressed with oh such grace,
Licking at my wounds,
I know now how she likes my subtle sweet taste.
Further along,
I am hard in her embrace,
Wrapped in her firm thighs,
I am enclosed in her tight and warm heavenly place.
Sweat pours down between those soft breasts,
Rivulets formed as though by the rain,
The tickle of their spatter upon my cuts,
I feel it is so sweet- so not like the pain,
And I know that I am her slave and that this is my place.
Righteousness
12:13 Aug 13 2005
Times Read: 865
In these days of change,
I dream...I dream that there are knights upon chargers,
That can make joust with me,
Offer the protection of a great shield,
To reach down and grasp my hand and show compassion,
That the enequities can be undone by the just, the pure.
I dream of days gone,
When we knew which was good and which was not,
There are days in which I fall to slumber and remiss,
Seeing faces of long dead comrades,
Hovering ghostlike in front of a tear stained face,
Eerily silent, yet with enigmatic smiles,
They come to bring thoughts of comfort,
Yet all I can sense is the loss of my friends,
Thier bittersweet visage reminds me of only my own failings,
I wished to be as one of those great warriors of righteousness,
But I was brought low and so suffer the fate of my own design.
I sent forth my cry of vengence,
But unheard- for the crows on the field of battle raise their voice in unison with I,
And I can hear only anguished laughter from within,
Echo's rebound and create such din,
Smiting my mind with hammers of furious regret,
I cannot begin to suffuse this pain,
A heartache of remorseful intention.
They wish for me to suffer for my sin,
Yet all that I do is for the clearing of a debt past,
Forgotten by all but my own immortal memory,
I continue on a road of penitence,
Only pausing to consider my folly,
In hoping that I can be forgiven this judgement of grevious error,
I can see no future without my colleagues to help me win,
For I am weak,
Engulfed in this mourning- of him.
Bring to me a bright chariot of the sun and we will ride- together,
We can charge the dark night and bring upon a holy turn,
But no,
I still dream...for I am left as the only one.
freak
15:10 Aug 12 2005
Times Read: 869
This place,
It is empty,
Nowhere shall I find hope,
Nor reason,
Nor fear,
Not in this dark place,
The one inside me.
It is the end of the universe,
The end of time,
Black and unholy as the depth in your stare,
There are no more birds to sing in the sun,
No more sun to shine,
Only despair,
And a childs distant whine.
I hear a bell toll,
A chime to split the air,
Thunderous and heavy as a lion does roar,
It prowls for the souls,
Waiting to pounce,
Upon those without care.
Within me there sits,
This place,
It is empty,
But for the ache,
The pain- that of my fare,
The souls I did take,
Scream from within,
Call for revenge,
I do not listen,
I do not care.
What is this madness?
Where does it take me?
How can I survive?
I seek another,
To feed on and tear,
To be engulfed in their being,
For their soul do I strive.
Until the end,
Of this endless time,
I will sit waiting,
For a dawn long extinct,
A sun that will never rise,
I feel cool night air,
It gives me cause,
To rise and be there...
..Where?
Where you are,
Reading my dare,
I send forth from I,
A piece of my hair,
Touch it and see,
That I am his heir...
Coming to see what makes you so fair,
I know that I can eat you,
If only you'd care,
I see my dark reflection in your wide open stare,
Don't cry my child,
I am only a dream,
Inside you...there...
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