Waking up Next To MeWaking up beside me, A cold stare Into the eyes that I fear.Waking up Next To Me
His nails; Rusty razor blades Caressing my chest Like full moon tidal waves.
The blood draws out Painting a heart. Only to drip down the center As a devils dart.
His smile, Snow white like cocaine, Drugs me into ambivalence Toward the pain.
Those teeth... Were made for drilling...killing... Tunneling my skin and flesh, Against my bones they thresh.
Make a wish, Sacrifice a kiss. On my lips. Then embrace me with your cold fin
A PainterA Painter:A Painter
Is there truth to be found, In a world lost behind lies? Is there love to be found, In a world silent to cries?
Why are there no colors, Or has my paintbrush lost the hand to paint? My heart wanders, My soul falters; so far. so quaint.
My palette seemed to dry Because the colors have morphed into a pool, A pool a grey as the autum sky, A black reflection, of a black spellbind jewel.
Weren't there once Tulips, Tree's and Stars? Wasn't there a Sun too, Not only the Moon and the taint of Mars? Smear the sk
the shapes of cloudsaffection for the falling stars they make cymbals clash and the chimes ring - for every passing angel the way comets tail through her hair when the wind whirls through my mindthe shapes of clouds
I feel her fortune-seeking among the ocean caverns
the maritime currents are the currency the only exchange rate with serpents that would pull us both under and they say: find her before god does &
Vampyre
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Love is like the wind, I can't see it, but I can feel it.
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This has been...Teh Evil! mwahaha!
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Greetings from Ger
Malte
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