The poison was burning,
Burning through me,

Setting my veins on fire,
Battling my heart,

I can't stop fighting,
They're still coming,

I start to falter,
To fail,

I'm sorry,
So sorry,

My heart stutters,
The is not what I wanted,

My eyes flutter,
I can't stop it,

My limbs lay useless,
I won't be a monster,

My mind wanders,
I think of you,

My ears are blind,
I hear you,

I want to join you,
But cruel fate withholds,

My heart stops,
I sigh,
I love you,



My eyes open,

She is the night beauty
With her long black hair
Eyes of emerald green
Desired by any man

This lady of the darkness
She needs to feel their touch
Their desire and their need
To make her come alive

She will feed from them
Taste of the red nectar
But they will feel no pain
They will be lost in their lust

She will never drain them dry
Only take what she must
To satisify the thirst she has
And give them her body in return

She loves to feel them move
As her body responds to them
The heat of a moment of desire
Making her feel like a woman alive

She can only exist within the night
Never able to feel the sun touch her
Her lust is something they can never keep
For into the darkness she will be gone

Grey clouds billow from your plum mouth.
A painful memory hanging in the swirls.
Times forgotten list; names scrawled in evil's ink.
Linked to your past indifference's.
For-going, all rhythm or rhyme.

I wish of you, Damon;
To be a purest of heart-
Not selfish, an self serving,
But one owning forgotten presavasion.

Continue your demon ways, smoking your damnation-
Scribbled with hazy mazes, rippling forth.

I beseech thee--
Save yourself from this sin.

But at last, show me mercy, scorched angel.
Rip this rusted dagger from my back-
Let me bleed this infection from my very soul.

No more, I tell you.

Let me be at rest.