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Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
The fuzz in the air
The tempo stomping
It's so heavy
It's so slow
It surrounds me
It drips onto me

The sound encases me
Piling on thick
Not letting go
Not letting up
I crave more of this
I need more of this
Just a small piece for my love of doom metal. I feel that the genre and the amazing bands in the genre should feel the love of a wider audience.
Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
I do not know how I ended up in this predicament
It's still a mystery to me
I've come here to slay a creature of the night
Yet, this creature has me wrapped around her finger
I have logic and wits
But as I gaze deep in her eyes, my logic ceases to exist

In the back of my head
I know she is a lap dog of Satan
But she has me frozen
She has me wanting
As she presses against me
I know she can taste the blood racing in my veins

Her cold, but inviting hand brushes my cheek
Soon after, her sharp nail nicks my lip
I am frightened
Though I do not run
This is her game
And she is the best at it
This vampiress has me
And she knows it

Seductively, her lips reach my neck
The brush of her fangs tease
It's all coming to an end
This is true
But as she bites down
I have not a care in the world
The romanticism of vampires has always been such an interesting subject. Usually, the subject involves a male vampire/female victim, so I wanted to switch it up.
Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
Time drags on slow
Just another moment in this coffin
I'm not wailing now
But if I was, no one would hear it
There is a pain to being dead
Such a sick existence

I can feel myself rot
More skin leaving these bones
I want to break through this wooden box
To crawl through the dirt and the roots
Craving the brains of the living
To try and ease the pain

But for now, here is where I'll lay
Sinking more into the earth
I shall hurt for a little while longer
Till I get my chance to be above ground once more
This piece was inspired by the 80's cult film (and one of my favorites) Return of the Living Dead. A couple lines are very close to what is said in the movie by a zombie being interrogated.
Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
She's perfect the way that she is
I wouldn't change her for a thing
For I love her
And I love all of her
Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
On the outside I have many tattoos
Some black, some blue, some with splashes of color
Some represent good or evil
Others represent pain or triumph
I feel right
I'm comfortable in my own skin

On the inside, I had many scars
Some were from people of past
Others were from events that weighed heavy
I felt hurt
I felt like I was beyond repair

It's funny how much can change
How one girl can accept you
How she can make you feel like you aren't too far gone
And how much she can build you up
She must be some kind of angel
She loves my tattoos, and erased my scars
Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
The light loves her face
The candle wick dances slow
The light loves her so
Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
I walk through the door
Ready to see my lovely girl
But tonight, there's a twinkle in her eyes
Mischievous and daring
She has intentions of a special fun
And I'm ready for it
There are leather cuffs that playfully dangle from her finger
I disrobe as her feminine, yet strong tone commands

The cuffs find their way onto my wrists
This feels dangerous, yet so comforting
She toys with me
She knows my heart is racing
Her light touch is like ecstasy
It's hard to control myself
Even a slap from her
Feels like pleasure

I know she is still my sweet girl
Yes, she is still my princess
But at this moment
She is my loving mistress
And as I look up at her
I just yearn to make love
To fall asleep beside her
To enjoy these moments
With only her
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