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Elena Mustafa Sep 28
******* blood sugar
Yes its tasty
As the normal sugar
Cut my wrists
And gently
**** the
Sweetness
Now
Is that better then candy
Renee' Sep 14
As the sun starts to set and the night becomes darker,
There's a familiar chill in the air and the leaves start to change.
I start to feel my heart racing and pounding through my chest,
That certain urge comes along knowing you will be near soon.
A certain desire and taste no one could ever know,
Unless they felt that deep kiss and no other life you bring like I have.
ObsidianDeath Sep 11
Follow

Follow him down
Don't breathe it in
Knock knock (let me in)
Don't let him in

His words are tainted
With poison
Don't let me drink it
Follow him down
He's knocking on my door

I'm the scared kid
Lying naked on the floor
Knock knock (let me in)
Trying to fight it all
Don't let him in

Univited.
Unneeded.

His shadows are lingering
In the cracks of my mind
Follow him down
To where his river lies

His blood fades to black
No light to shine
No light to guide the way
Knock knock (let me in)

In the doorway
His light shines so bright
He's coming in.
Inspired by Let Me In
Vampires will never hurt you - My Chemical Romance

And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground
And if they get me, take this spike to my heart and
And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me, take this spike and
You put the spike in my heart!
And if the sun comes up
Will it tear the skin right off our bones?
And then, as razor sharp white teeth
Rip out our necks, I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor
Someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom
Gaping hole
And you must keep your soul
Like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
What if you put the spike in my heart?
And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me, take this spike and
Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?
And now the nightclub sets the stage for this
They come in pairs
She said, "We'll shoot back holy water
Like cheap whiskey, they're always there"
Someone get me to the doctor
And someone call the nurse
And someone buy me roses
And someone burned the church
We're hanging out with corpses
And driving in this hearse
And someone save my soul, tonight
Please save my soul
Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black, now?
And as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over us, tonight
And as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over us, tonight
I'll never let them, I'll never let them
I'll never let them hurt you, not tonight
I'll never let them, I can't forget them
I'll never let them hurt you, I promise
Struck down, before our prime
Before you got off the floor
Can you stake my heart?
Can you stake my heart?
And these thoughts of endless night
Bring us back into the light
And this venom from my heart
And these thoughts of endless night
Bring us back into the light
Can you stake my heart?
Can you stake me before the sun goes down?
And as always, innocent like roller coasters
Fatality is like ghosts in snow
A poem every day
10/6/20

bullets is my fave album ever
Aliq Aug 12
Verse I:
Everyday
As a beautiful as morning,
Something tells me
"Sorry, he will never grow up."
He don’t believe in real feelings,
Don’t believe in someone's dreamings.

Harsh and rude,
Cold blooded dude... So...

Verse II:
Underground
It's his blueprint, his reflection,
If you stay -
This is gonna be in action.
He is blossom, going higher
Come with him and catch a fire

Young and fool,
Crazy, cool... Yeah...

Bridge:
Under Cover!

Chorus:
He's just hide what hides below,
His real dream and soul, I know.
And if you knows that - don't regret,
Because it's will just blows your head:
If you start bleeding,
His heart grows beating,
Inside him over,
Under Cover!

Verse III:
Just insight
Coming into your strange mind,
This is way
Of his feelings, which you find,
You start follow it, forgetting
Everything what you has getting.

As for me -
You're not free... Well...

Verse II:
Underground
It's his blueprint, his reflection,
If you stay -
This is gonna be in action.
He is blossom, going higher
Come with him and catch a fire

Young and fool,
Crazy, cool... Yeah...

Bridge:
Under Cover!

Chorus:
He's just hide what hides below,
His real dream and soul, I know.
And if you knows that - don't regret,
Because it's will just blows your head:
If you start bleeding,
His heart grows beating,
Inside him over,
Under Cover!
iolanthe Jun 5
The taste of blood
Behind closed lips, savor’d.
Barefoot in the street, stones cold under ***** feet
The taste of blood, the memory of
The throat and the hand.
The arteries were shut, and slowly,
The brain was deprived of life.
Rain slicks the streets.

Beneath the moon-drowned sky,
Suffocated stars hidden in deep waves:
A beating heart.
Thudding, thudding, a beating heart
Always fading, slipping away.
Silhouettes linger in the shadows
Watching but quiet, as she dances
Along in a stumbling waltz of one foot after the next
Of life breathed birthed anew again.
Beyond,
The rainfall woods
Open.

Night insects chirping
And small animals skittering in the leaves.
The early morning hours:
Dark, but the fog has come in.

It’s all about teeth, you know.

And ****** necks
And coppery moons good for sacrifice.

Fingers long and pale
Sliding with white dagger nails
Past the breast, to the neck, to the pulse,
Fluttering.
It was almost a kiss and on certain nights, it felt like it.

She knows these stranger silhouettes
No better than she knows the rain, or worse.
She fakes death, and takes it to bed with her
On certain stormy nights.
On certain cloudy seas
Where she can writhe in silk and dreams and wake
Earthbound:
Tethered to the land with tangled roots
This is what it is to be doomed.
She walks among the others, the same but far apart
When they do not think her mad they fawn with ****** hearts.
The porcelain body and the flower lips
Sleeping smothered
In silk in a dark hotel room made a gentle tomb
Where the staff do not question her comings, and goings,
And do not notice the box 'neath the bed
Just big enough for a skeleton and its lively flesh.

Playing goddess, when the night comes.
Hecate, out with torches.
The lamplight burns low on the vanity strewn with pearls and perfumes

You can only use so much rouge before it looks like a ruse.
Nothing will suffice but the essence of
Roses blonde with the fabled sort of youth.

Posey killer.

She comes at dusk like autumn
Like a winter-frosted blight
And savors the taste of blood
In her nyx-eternal night
Where the pale moon drowns sweetly
And watery stars take flight.
Tizzop May 24
writers can have a writer's block
they may end up as a skeleton
sitting at a desktop, holding a pen
take a picture of the soul, survive

looking at it kills every distraction
listen to the indecisive winds; they float
in each nutshell is another nutshell, right?
a letter will cause more letters, won't it?

the picture of the soul: take it
walk through the ruins of the night
watch stars rolling over heavens
don't think about your inner, don't think

the horizon of fear swallows poems
poems that have never existed
the horizon of fear is a writer in disguise
poets will never be able to spot this creature

sometimes, we want to write a lot
sometimes, we want to write less
take a picture of the soul and go on
come on: take this picture, my friend

the ruins of the night are made of letters
skinny letters will grow into heavy words
words become verses and they transform
come on: take this picture, my friend

a picture of the soul kills all the ghosts
write about it and let go, heaven and hell yeah!
vampires and writers adore the ruins of the night
a blank desk, now covered with words and muse

this poem doesn't have an end but a final
i am sending you these letters, here they are
chaos quietly rages in rivers of newness
take a picture of the soul, take these letters, friend
Tonight is a good night.

Inspired to write this poem by:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGbC730C4BA
Vampires
by Michael R. Burch

Vampires are such fragile creatures;
we fear the dark, but the light destroys them . . .
sunlight, or a stake, or a cross—such common things.
Still, late at night, when the bat-like vampire sings,
we heed his voice.

Centuries have taught us:
in shadows danger lurks for those who stray,
and there the vampire bares his yellow fangs
and feels the ancient soul-tormenting pangs.
He has no choice.

We are his prey, plump and fragrant,
and if we pray to avoid him, he prays to find us,
prays to some despotic hooded God
whose benediction is the humid blood
he lusts to taste.

Published by Monumental Moments (Eye Scry Publications), Weirdbook, Gothic Fairy and Raiders’ Digest. Keywords/Tags: vampires, fragile, creatures, stake, cross, dark, darkness, light, bat, bat-like, shadows, fangs, pangs, prey, blood, lust, lusts, red, lips, night, voice, sings, darkness, evil, incarnate, soul, hell, tormented, pale, eyes
Like Angels, Winged
by Michael R. Burch

Like angels—winged,
shimmering, misunderstood—
they flit beyond our understanding
being neither evil, nor good.

They are as they are . . .
and we are their lovers, their prey;
they seek us out when the moon is full
and dream of us by day.

Their eyes—hypnotic, alluring—
trap ours with their strange appeal;
drawn like moths to flame, we gather . . .
to see, to touch, to feel.

And in their arms, enchanted,
we feel their lips young/old,
and with their gorging kisses—
we warm them, growing cold.

Published by Monumental Moments (Eye Scry Publications), Poetry Life & Times, Behance, Razor Sharp and Dracula & His Kin. Keywords/Tags: vampires, angels, winged, wings, flit, flitting, evil, good, lovers, prey, night, day, moths, flame, appeal, attraction, kisses, warm, cold
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