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He has darkness in him that I just can't seem to touch, I loved him on sight I drank in his long black hair and his bleeding heart lacerated from years of abuse and anger. I burned for him in ways i didn't understand. he held my soul before I had even noticed it was gone, he stole from me something that was freely given
Fury
If these are the crimson skies,
Then I burn in a sapphire hell.
The midnight calling has sounded,
But I cannot answer to it.
Wrists bound; mind in turmoil,
Screaming for release; I writhe.
I shall escape from these confines,
And when I do--run.
Skin so pale with eyes so dark,
Hunger that rips across the centuries.
Anger is petty--Oh! but this is fury,
And I will not take such offenses lightly!
I will not be trapped!
I will not be imprisoned!
I will not bow down to you,
Sire or no, I refuse!
So then, the battle rages on,
My cold hands at your throat.
My cruel fangs ripping at your cool flesh,
The chilling night air whipping by.
As soon as it has begun it is over--done.
You stare at me coldly,
As I walk away,
Your bloody heart pulsing in my palm.
- COMMENTS
GuiltyPleasureabout 13 years ago.....confusing. It seems to jump around all over the place. Not my cup of vitriol but that's just me. Delete this if you want. I voted and it was not a 1.
Tess
