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SUBMISSION Your moist, warm breath upon my skin Ignites a pulsing flame within. Words can't describe the burn I feel. My world is false, but you are real. One lasting taste, one fatal kiss Will leave me in eternal bliss. You know your power over me, So why prolong my misery? I can't withstand your deadly lure. My life is yours. Of that, I'm sure. So when you choose to seal my fate, It will be worth the gruelling wait.
THE LIGHT... Light pours forth on blinded eyes. I face the truth of my demise. I'll not resist, though pain is strong - The ending notes of one last song. Deprived of thought, my mind is numb. At last this final day has come. The hand of death wraps 'round my throat As devils cloaked in sorrow float Around my body, scorched by sin, But I won't let the demons in. The image of your face appears. I cannot wipe away your tears. They fall so gently to the ground And say so much yet make no sound. I reach out toward the brilliant sky. I've lived enough. Now let me die.
THE ENDLESS THIRST I awaken in my icy tomb, Imprisoned by its walls. I cry for you to set me free, But no one hears my call. Alone within the confines Of this cold, damp concrete cell, I find comfort in the darkness Which shields me from my hell. The pains of hunger eat at me. My body's worn and weak. I feel the stinging in my eyes As a tear streams down my cheek. Tinted with a tinge of red, The tear stops at my lips. I close my eyes and think of you. Your light has been eclipsed. I can almost taste your blood, So rich and filled with life... My teeth piercing your silky flesh As if they were a knife. The perfect drink - so warm and lush - Would make me feel alive... It's essence permeating me, My immortal soul revived. But alas it will not happen For you are nowhere near. I've waited countless days and nights In hopes that you'll appear. I pray someday it will come true, And you will be my feast. Until then, I must still remain A lone, blood-thirsty beast.
THE SWEETEST KILL My movements make no sound. My footsteps quick and light... I glide on down the darkened street Accompanied by night. Passing mortal strangers Who look the other way, I'm intoxicated by their scent. These creatures are my prey. I stop beneath a streetlamp Where they can view my face. Seeing my unnatural skin, They soon quicken their pace. Their cowardess amuses me. Those eyes so full of fear. I throw my head back, and I laugh For all of them to hear. Stepping from the light, I'm hidden by the dark. Continuing along my path, I reach a lonely park. Sitting on a wooden bench, A man cries silently. His face is streaked with salty tears. He fails to notice me. His eyes are tightly shut. His body shakes with sobs, Yet still I hear his beating heart. Within his chest, it throbs. Slowly, I approach him Until I'm by his side. Admiring his tender cheeks, I see his tears have dried. I move my face in towards his neck And hover for awhile. Much to my surprise, I see His frown turn to a smile. He looks directly at me, Her eyes of deepest blue... With the softest lips I've ever seen He mouths the words "Thank you." I sink my teeth into his flesh. On blood is what I thrive. I drink till I can drink no more. Again, I am alive.
BEAST Deep within my hungry soul raged a tormented beast Who yearned for freedom, wings to fly; its moaning never ceased. In darkest hours of sullen nights as shrouded as the dead, Tears sprang up from my fragile wounds and drowned me in my bed. I cried out in vain. The beast won again. The beast made no sound. All sorrows had drowned.
NIGHT IN DEMENTIA I turn to face the setting sun, It burns into my eyes And awakens every sorrow's breath To yield my soul's demise. I sink into an ageless mire Of scorn, and hate, and lust; I soon pass into nothingness And dance freely 'mongst the dust Of countless eras passed away That share my mindless gloom, Each one's evil intentions Concealed beneath perfume. Behind a glass, night summons me To dance with visions gold; Each one a promise of my fate But misfortunes untold. But I, awakened by my sight, Must beckon night to flee; As I return to nothingness And slowly cease to see.
ANATOMY A thousand lips, a thousand tongues A thousand throats, a thousand lungs A thousand ways to make it true I want to do terrible things to you....
DEATH OF AN INNOCENT I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight. As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet. I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load. As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay. I'm lying here dying, Mom. I wish you'd get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time. I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink. It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think. He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is, he drank and I will die. Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life. I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.. I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared. Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye. I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
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