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the tears i shed today



i hope wont last



the fear of not knowing what to say



lingers in my past.



the fear of dying



wont go away.



making me ache for hunger each day.



why cant i leave,why cant you stay?



please dont leave me, please dont go away.



i will wait here for you, though i know that i will lose.

"The pain quivers in our veins, hiding us from those we wish to hide from, the moon is a blissful prayer showing us the light which used to be there. the warmth in thy heart has to turned to dust, the warmth of beauty has come to its dying end, nothing more to say, nothing more to leave rest upon this day. the pain which runs through thy veins gives in to the scorching rain, so blissful, yet so pure.only the love of a human hurts so much knowing that one day their life would be taken away."

you wonder how i feel when the tears run from my



eyes, you worry that one day ill get fed up and run



away from this life. you worry on your life, on the



judgments you make, you worry if one day your



heart shall break, from the judgments you take.



you ponder what to say, on your life each day. you



hurt deep inside yet the tears never form at your



eyes. you hurt so deep, that i can feel your pain



and it never goes away. You wonder which path



you should take, for one path leads to shame and



the other leads another way. your fears run well



with your emotions, like a endless running river.



You hide your eyes, you hide your feelings yet you



have nothing to hide but the scars that have bled



dry. It hurts so deep to know your not happy, to



know that each day you slave away at being



okay,but on the inside your alone. i hold you close



to my heart to the edge where sanity has no limits



and fantasies run wild with rage. your a restless



spirit with flames burning high and eyes of



sparkling gold with mystifying guilt. Your the



essence of the sun with scorching embers of firery



passion. your the endless light in the darkness,



leading travelors home. Your a father, a lover, a



fighter, a winner, your bad luck, your shy, yet your



intelligent, you are weak, but you hold that close



to your heart. You stand proud above the world yet



deep down inside your weak and deprived of true



happiness. Life so cruel, love so unfair, people



around you seem to not care, but if you look deep



into my eyes, you will see the warmth held inside.



True friends to the end. life so cruel, it cuts us all



at the knees but wake up and look around you for



you shall not fall in defeat. the wings will grow



upon your back and you shall soar into the sky and



you will no longer feel dead inside."

a toast to those ive hurt, a toast to those i love, a toast to those who turned me down, a toast to the world who shadowed myself from others. i toast to you for you, for my life is falling down,im giving in without a sound. a goodbye toast is all that need be, for the world is trembling beneath my feet. a goodbye toast to those ive hurt, those ive pained, those who i am ashamed to say. goodbye to you graceful world. for helping me through each dying ay, each wasteful day ive wasted, each menacing day i hated...i toast to you with a faithful bow and drink deeply for thee to see. a toast to the ones i cared for..if only you could see me on this day and not think of the things you wish to say. i toast to you and drink deeply knowing the pain i have placed upon you will soon go by. i drink to all of you..to those i hate..to those i shame upon..to those i loved at a time and never told them i did...i toast to you all and give you my last final bow, my last final kiss then end my life with a fine poison kiss. a poison kiss to my hearty and a poison kiss to my lungs, i bow deeply to thee and feel myself give in to that final end knowing that those ive pained will soon go away

Woman Scorned







“Hated and tainted with the masses of the







world,







she weeps where only the winds hear







her.







She cries where only the night comforts







her.







Her sorrows echo in the cold night; alone







they whisper.







The very breath of the world calls her







name; what screeching sounds they







make.







Kissed by the very essence of the winds,







she screams out his name. She wallows







in the madness of her sorrows. Alone







this angel cries, for the world has gone







off and died. She’s left in the shrill







darkness of her arms embrace, left alone







in the mocking shadows of mans







disgrace. She weeps now for her pity’s







are left unsaid, she cries now for her will







to live is dead. Woman scorned with fury







flights, she lies awake in the dead of







night where echoes screech her name,







where silence is unnamed. Woman







scorned, burned by the hateful cries of







man, where unleashed anger is left







unsaid.”

Unconscious flickers wont be left alone.



Cryptic messages left in lore



pictures light up on the projector, black and



white images fade into color. distraughted faces



appear in place, messing with the minds intake.



Dramatic entrances unfold, buildings raise and the



childs look is held untold. As his face reflects in the



projectors light, specks of light begin to



unwind and the images on the walls come alive.

Nightmare







Tattered and teased the little girl screams, alone at night horrids of bugs wash her sight. Distilled pressure squirming up her throat, a gap is opened and the monsters are unleashed. She coughs, she cries, the bugs all come up from inside. She gags, she squeals, moments of pressure is distilled and the room goes silent. She looks around but nothing is there, she looks underneath the covers but darkness still lays there. She creaks her head off the bed, lifts her tiny fingers under the silhouetted edge and pulls back the lining to take a peak underneath. Grasped by the hair, the child screams and the child starts to go underneath.







She awakes, screaming in the emptiness of her room with tear stricken eyes the little girl sits up and looks about, but nothing seems to comes around, she peaks over the edge of her bed and pulls her tiny fingers under the silhouetted edge and lifts the lining, but nothing appears. She lies back into her comfortable bed and sighs a tedious sigh and closes her eyes.

I used to be whole







...but the butterflies drained away







i used to be happy







...that all went insane







i used to be beautiful







...that turned to dust







i used to be talented







...now the veil over my head has withered away and the markings of the demon lay my way







i used to feel joy







...its now tattered by tears.







The sweet smell of roses







...dead, dry, and decayed.







The tender taste of white apples







...wither upon this day.







The carresses of warm blood







...lie dead in my wake.







a poisoned beauty







...hidden in the shadows of the rain,







a hidden beauty







...left unframed.

BUBONIC REPLICA







Ring around the rosie....







.....A rose around a childs finger...







Pocket full of posies....







....The stench of death lingering in the midst.







Ashes..ashes...we all fall down.







The childs breath dies out, frost spills







through the crack of her open lips. Her eyes







glaze over, legs go weak. She coughs, she







cries...she dies.



(different versions of the truth, these are some of them played out in this poem.)

Why do you lie?



Does it make you feel good inside?



If you watch close enough, a flower nearby dies.



It withers away with the pain of someone plucking its buds.



Its naked now.



You made it die, you stopped feeding it, you dried it out, plucked it from its world and tossed it away like the very feeling of it disgusts you.



It withers on the ground now; emotionless. Its wings are cut, its hearts now ripped, and the only speck of life that beats is the tiny speck of life it has left.

The ashes of a unborn child lay upon a bed of



tainted roses. The eyes of its mother frozen over



with fear. Tainted kisses left under her cracked



porcelian cheeks, withered with the ages of love,



lust and war.



a goddess curled in gods embrace, tattered and



burned by the curse of her own heart. Her icey



gaze, red rimmed lips, and her glossy smile curled



back to reveal the curse long past forgotten. the



remains of a world unseen, hidden in the valley



where the wild vines grow and the flowers bloom



full. hidden with the only human remains of her



heart. The beauty of a vampire and the remains of



her child lay unheard in their grassy grave of wild



flowers. the hidden embrace of a world hidden in



the shadows....

The twisted images of life and death conceal my every thought.



emotions of life cut my throat, feelings of death hieghten my thoughts.



lives lost, lives revived. whats wrong with this world? What do i have to survive?



Hidden meaning behind the glass, worried feelings in the sand, lives lost, lives obtained, all these meanings make me go insane.

Romance...



Love Affair....



eccentric erotica...







Love affair is like a dark abyss



twisting and turning at the tip of our wrists.



We yearn for the touch of flesh upon flesh.



It devours us in its arms and suffocates us, hoping



we would finally see through the mirrored image



of rejection. We do not see;blinded by our own



erotic fetishes and love making that it does not cut



us. We come back for more, hoping that the love



making will devour us whole.

The lips of a rose plucked and pruned.







With fair red hair and vibrant eyes.







Lost in the wake of her untamed mind.







She reeks of envy; yearns for life.







But only his lifeless fingers bring warmth to her eyes















The rotting smell of immortality bites at her lungs and







withers the coils of her mortal embrace.







Falling deep into his arms, she cries out for love







Dying there in his arms, she whimpers for more.















Lost now in the foul existence of immortality.







Her eyes show darkness, her hands show death.







Only the warm taste of mortal’s sins allow her heart beat deep inside.







Under the skin of immortal flesh, a true mortal soul beats dry.















Seven deadly sins of the mortal mind







She takes upon herself to devour each, and every time







To make up for her mortal soul, she lost so long ago.







To make up for the sins her beast had betrothed to her.















And now she cries where only winds will hear her







Now she weeps where only the night can see her.







She has no more love to show







No more sins to uphold.







Alone in the world of mass destruction







She cries out to the world







Crying for all her immortal sins.







The last vampire on earth.