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Jacey Hale Jul 2015
When shapes begin to form,
and limbs regain their feeling.
When you're conscience of your breath
and the thoughts that you are thinking.
Before the dreams all fade away,
and the harsh light floods your eyes.
That moment when you're not quite sure
If you truly are alive.
Jacey Hale Jul 2015
They call us vampires
because the moon is our sun
and our day is their night.

They call us vampires
because all that we've done
to inspire true fright.

They call us monstrous creatures
for our pale, stone cold features.

They lock their doors, hide in fear.
They can tell when we are near.

Try not to listen when you hear us say,
"We are the hunters, and you are the prey."
Jacey Hale Jul 2015
The one I love's no Achilles
No massive strength or bravery,
No leader of the cavalry,
yet he leaves me searching, endlessly
for a  single drop of nepenthe
to cure my heart of this disease
called love.

I am no Aphrodite.
But still I hope that he can see
The good I know's inside of me.
And then maybe he and I can be
A flawed Megara and Hercules
And somehow thrive, terminally,
in love.
Jacey Hale Jul 2015
I search all night for that CD
which holds a special threnody
with just the perfect melody
to help me find the clarity
I seem to yearn for constantly
thank you to Of Mice & Men for the song which inspired the title.

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