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809 · Apr 2017
Lust For Life Vampire Love
Lust For Life Vampire Love - Poem
(Part 1)

At dusk I heard a meadowlark
then saw you lurking in the dark.
I turned to dash and tried to flee
and failed to utter one last plea.

With piercing eyes you mesmerized
transfixed I lay there hypnotized
enraptured by the spell you cast
flashed images of life that passed.

You tasted blood and I outgrew
my need to live the life I knew.
As I lay limp my life force waned
while faint my heart the blood soon drained.

Confined to darkness of the night
I wander without feeling light.
You claim your thirst did justify
your lust for life was reason why

You took my life to be as one
then vanished like the setting sun.
I have no life and feel no pain
without a heart to love again.

What You Did Cannot Be Undone - Poem
(Part 2)

Alone I am now cursed to roam
What you did cannot be undone
I can not hope to have a home
or gaze upon the rising sun

You rashly chose to trade your life
for death not immortality
Still now I see your blood lust rife
as when you took the life from me

You say you cannot ever die
but fail to see you do not live
Your life through death is but a lie
That blinds you to the truth I give

Life is too short to care so much
for one that only hunts to ****
And though my heart you cannot touch
The memories may linger still

You thought that I should be as you
but I will not your folly make
to live your lie and think it true
so through my heart I drive a stake.
Gold autumn leaves with withered rose
crumble like promises we made.
To dust returns the love I chose
as rust consumes the sharpened blade.

Wet grindstone hones the rusted edge.
Love swings the sword I can't evade.
You watch me teeter on the ledge
but find no words that can dissuade.

My broken thoughts can not sustain
the quest for all that I do lack.
Yet though vague flashbacks still remain
I know this too will fade to black.

I never thought that anything
that felt so right could ever die.
What was once love would later bring
an end to thinking I should try.

Glass promises we sometimes make
reflect not love but self defense.
They tell a lie and only take
then shatter at our own expense.

Love never heard me say I do.
It passed my heart along the way.
No sacrifice will make it true.
I move my rook to end the play.
Poem is an excerpt from my blog at http://smoljanovic.net

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