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Unholy
Creature of the night
Son of darkness, born of blood
I've built a pagan temple
In my heart, just for you
And I don't care what they think
Black leather baddie
Blood drainer, won't you be my Daddy?
They all say
I'll end up burning in Hell
For worshipping you, the way that I do
But I don't care
I know it's wrong but I can't resist
Bruising my knees, just for you
Your hands in my hair
Back against the stone of a crypt
I look up at you, unholy killer
Without you
I don't know what I'd do
And I know that's it wrong
But I'm in love with you
CYB3R.S3X
Fantasies
Eating away at me
Pornos don't do it anymore
No
There's more that I need
Lust
It's all I want
Legs full of greed
They need someone to give it to me
Please
I can feel it in my core
I need it 'til I'm sore
The internet is a playground
What do you want to do?
Go and seek it out
Take a spin on the merry-go-round
"Daddy, May I?"
"What do you need?"
Go ahead and give me a peek
Nothing has to be lost
Just hope it won't be found
The Thread-Breaker
Face nestled between supple flesh, looking up at me with those blue eyes. Your fingertips digging into the backs of my thighs, hunger driving you deeper. A flick of your tongue, and I cannot look away, you've got me hypnotized. Your lips devour me, from the inside and out, like I'm being cannibalized. I feel my stomach start tightening, like there's a thread inside, tied to the back of my bellybutton- one more flick and it's going to break. Tremors erupt in my thighs and I see stars in my eyes, knuckles turning white but I'm floating through the air like static in a television. You're looking up at me with that wicked glint in your eyes, watching me come undone.
The danger
It excited you
The fire
It scorched the walls around us...
but we were numb to it
As the Demons in Hell
We were animals...
tearing to get to our own flesh...
intertwined in such a sinful desire
Cherubim cried
Countless times you made me scream that night
Even when I was tired
I begged you to go on
I thought you might devour me whole
You were mine...
a true beast.
Lapsus (The Fall)
"Here at least
we shall be free..." - John Milton, Paradise Lost
Early one morning, the dawn was breaking
From a yellow star on the horizon, I saw him falling
He spun through the air, weightlessly tumbling
His wings wrapped 'round him, flaming
In the east, the sun was rising
The further he fell, the higher it rose, taunting
He crashed into the earth, ground and soil bundling
The sun looked down upon him, prevailing
I saw him rise from the rubble, on a stone I found him sitting
His wings tattered and blackened, his glory wilting
His green eyes forlorn, betrayed and seething
Stripped of his sanctity for equality he was proffering
In the skies above, the heavens were rejoicing
As those who followed began descending
I saw them fall too, one by one in the distance, crashing
To a world of naif minds Divinity was hindering
He looked upon us with understanding
He knew that which we had been yearning
With an outstretched hand, he gave us that which we were missing
And we too were damned for discerning
B R O K E N
~ Something different, nothing new; something real, nothing old ~
They found an anomaly
They've never seen one like this before
They don't understand why she's like this
Why she wants this or that
What makes her tick
What makes her smile
But they don't care what she's made of
They just want to see how she comes apart
Because they don't like what they see
She's not like them
She knows what she wants
And she knows too much
She doesn't look like them
She doesn't act like them
She's not what they thought she would be
She's not what they want her to be
She's not what she should be
She's her own
So they took it all away from her
Came in with smiles and laughter
Destroyed all that was precious and all that she strives for
All that was safe and sane
Until she could no longer see herself
They drove her to shame
The reflection is the enemy
All that was once her own has been lost
Body, mind, heart, and soul
Yet they all wonder why they never see her anymore
They say that they miss her
Wondering why she never leaves the house
They say that they love her
Wondering why she never says it back
While she screams of what they did to her
How she was broken, beaten, and robbed
They say that she is loved
With mouths sealed tight and a blind eye to her
They say all are innocent
While they say she deserves to be abandoned
Left battered, scared, and hopeless
But they gave her one more thing
A cat of nine tails
And they showed her how to use it
Until she was bruised, bloodied, and broken
Darling Dracul
Tell me why, my dear, why you must only visit me, not in the morning, nor the evening. Must you visit me while I dream, not unaware, nor aware of your graces across my flesh? You seem but a dream to me, passing unconsciously as the night, yet as a dream, I have such passing memories. For these images, I hold dear. As I lie between the fingers of slumber, often there are nights from the sliver of my eyelids, I have seen your dear shadow glide across the wallpaper, mingling with the crimson and roses, graceful and without haste, soundless as shadows are. Closer, your air grows closer, above your sweet Ophelia (as I have heard you whisper) do you bow, rose petals frigid as the night, nestle into the crook of my neck. Softly do you drink of life, slowly you become me as I become you. With a sweet caress of fading flesh, you cast a stray strand of locks aside, in a fleeting moment, dearest Luna catches your eye, a glisten of gold I see as you gaze preciously upon your hallowed Ophelia. I reach out for you, yet all I find I may grasp is the darkness, returned to me as it receives your place, low I feel your sweet gaze still upon me. Tell me, my dear, how I may look upon you, and not see you. Tell me, my dear, how I may feel you, and yet you seem to not be there. May it all be a dream, part of my illness perhaps, as such it seems? My family has told me so, many times, that your presence is but a dream, a result of anemia, but I cannot believe them. No. For I have felt you too many times. Even now as I write this I feel you. Closer, I feel you drawing as dusk bleeds across the horizon, breathlessly, I lie in wait for you, my dear, and you shall find me waiting as always.
Your sweet Ophelia.