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Inspired by my Sire: badassvamp





Are you here this evening, at the doorstep of twilight? Lurking in the shadows, guided by the sweet, undeniable scent of me...my blood. Blue as it runs through my veins, red, as if by an unknown magic when it touches your pink, immortal tongue. I linger now, for my master, craving his savvy words of tease, that pull at the strings of yearning. I await the arrival of my immortal, as I belong to his desire...his want. Come to me, my love, I am yours, for as long as you would have me. Never abandon me...

The feeling of no hope, utter loneliness, accopmanied only by your own self pity. Weighing your self worth by how much copassion you hold for others. In these moments, wishing you could wave at them as they passed, depression is an almost eager whisper. Conquering salty tears to spill, as reluctance clutches your independant authority. Your body ready to collapse, merely giving up on you. Ironic that as you feel death pulling at the strings of your ambition, everyone who claims to love you chants your name. Feeling it will always be this way, failing, trying, failing again, the never ending cheers to carry on. What is the point? Is there nothing more to it? When you realize there is no more left to call upon your motivation, solitude and isolation become the escape where everyone wins. Me left alone, they not mourn my suicide...

My black is the night when the moon and the stars cannot shine. When I make friends with shadows playing tricks on my walls. Black is the ink in the pen that scratches the paper I use to prepare the letter to him.



-Come to me-



Black is the absence of light, lack of color. Black is the paved road leading me, guiding me to the door. Black like the crow lurking in the dead willow tree rooted into the solid, wet earth.



-I sense you...alive-



lack is the core of my anxiety, disorganized from the thought of rejection. Black like my heart, dark, weak, disheveled, my courage cowardly. I see him in my hope again...so cunning and mischevious. Wild with anticipation, I see black under my feet...the writing on the door mate "Welcome."



-Now all I is black-