The Awakening (horror)

Dreadfully, three times the night-owl hooted.
Waking me up from my dreamless sleep,
haunting my uneasy mind with ghosts of hollow vows
and unfulfilled promises long-forgotten.

Lying helpless in my damp prison,
six feet under the dark surface,
I still feel my eternal slimy companions
crawling and feasting upon my rotten flesh.

My once white gown is torn in shreds,
yellow and brown like human waste.
Cut-throats stripped me naked of my jewelry
like rascals on rampant spree.
And the only thing I have from you,
is the remembrance of your sweaty body next to mine.

My beautiful love,
I have nothing to give you in return.
The two doves of my bosom have long flown away
in search for rainbow skies.
My once luscious milky thighs are nothing
but two gnawed bones devoided of flesh.
Death’s cold touch withered my voluptuous bottom,
leaving behind two wrinkled stringy sacks.
There aren’t any Venus’ altars left in me,
in which you could burn the precious incense of your loins.
My hands are scattered in pieces around my warped body
and my threadbare ebony hair is the only pillow I have.

I have no ears to hear your soothing voice,
nor nose to smell the fragrance of your raven hair.
My scarlet lips adorn the maggot’s kingdom
and my warm tongue muffles the vermin’s babies.

Come closer my only love,
for my absent eyes see you not.
My unquenched lust for your body
tantalizes my tortured soul to no end.
But… I still can do something for you.
I want to… BITE YOU!

END.

Written by Christy Mars Copyright © 2006