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Where thoughts wonder, 

Aboard a ship to catch the dawn, 

her smile cuts like rays…

of the sun,

through the dark clouds around a Lonely heart 

The first time,

The deep dive into a continuum

She calls it “Love”, 

Lungs drowning in a sea of fragrance

Inhale her aura

Insidious pleasures 

dancing to her reflection in the mirror…” 

I am Just a blur…

Fading away from her shadow

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Salem

Stare long enough into the night, 

Until you see the stars 

And when your eyes become familiar with their shapes, 

Watch them fade, 

Die, 

before the break of a new sun



Life is joy, 

and suffering 

Fabricated dreams drawn in the clouds

changing at the blow of the first wind 



It is easier to accept the night

Faceless,

Blameless,

than the day



Before a thousand eyes,

peering into your soul 

ripping your guts for the vultures 

When church is where we belonged

Before the priest set afire on the witch 



And in all,

my short life I have cherished 

Known a thousand men but one soul

With no regrets,

my ashes will be swept along Salem’s streets 

her heart belongs

it is beautiful in the skies

above the clouds where a bed of white spreads

sometimes she wonders,

if her wings would stretch forever

and even then,

the stars were just too far

a little close,

but their twinkles were still faint

and so she returned

back into her little cage

the falling bricks and the rusty roof

turning to dust,

the memories of a young blood,

an ancient spirit,

returning to the skies,

where her heart belongs

 

 

 

Dracula

Exquisite
Filthy
The joy and pain
A life of a thousand years

When the ink below my eyes smudges,
The tears of blood I shed
If my truest is my pain,
This bed of thorns I must lay

The venom is my blood
A dead heart and it’s veins
The spiders weave my robe
The scorpions fill my glass

When the darkness unfolds like a blanket,
Over the sky,
The dark angel I arise,
Creatures of the night we reign

The caskets and the mansions
The sons of the devil
Shall I see sun?
My tales to the flames

Phantoms

The demon in me
Check the shell and spill it’s secrets
Like and egg on a bare rock,
Before the sun for the world to see

The mind is an inferno
Ballads of the dead echo
Within the classics of the ancient
The winding chains around my heart

Pour me some blood
Quench this lust
And sooth my lust
The loins of a young maiden I long

To feel the warmth of her skin
With the sweat running on my back
Her veins pumped on her neck
And my fangs flashing in the moonlight

The death of flower
Withering with each kiss
Lies another body on my chest
The phantoms in my dreams

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