Cactus thorns
Skeletal horns
Carcass scattered
As humans mourn

****** sun gleams
Yellow rain pours
Acquaintance realms
Digging in claws

Rock like skulls scattered on river bed
Sewage sunk up water flow
Banks stained in with red
As I look to see below

Shroud goddess on the throne
Ugly face, smuggled frown
Sapping on for her blood thirst
A fresh human lays to rest

A push from behind
I leaped off the cliff
Memories automatically rewind
My body cramped and stiff

With open eyes, I can still visualize
The satanic powers, the spoken lies
The ****** blood sucker vamps
Luring the living beings, in their fangs

Such dream, crawls in now and then
With marks on my arms and hand
I am always stuck on my label "Ten"
And feel my body emerge from the sand...


©sim

Time strikes hard like the hammer of a jackknife
Cutting through the fabric of your lifeline
Entwined in loops, so many one forgets those stories that were once not tales to tell but the life you experienced.

And another second passes by
And you look all about
And you take a deep breathe
And the hammer knocks another nail like the infamous stake through the heart of the dead who are living life forever and forever ever mourning the mistake they once made to stop time in place, stop the hammering knocking down the rails, to stop the round and round to live life in one endless night

A vampire I am not, but Bram Stoker was a genius, in his writings it was he who caught the stunning beauty that is the tragedy of time.

Red, you see in red
Twitching
skin puppets
must produce
life flow
Eternal soul, it drapes the line
Pulsing
deep blue veins
under tooth
explode
Eternal life, unhallowed pact
See only red
Can't scrape the taste from tongue, so
Dream only that in the end you escape
Every season I loathe
The change faced
Every season