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I whisper your name into the darkness
letting each syllable roll off my tongue
as if it were the very first time

and hidden yearnings rise to the surface

they encircle me in the most decadent way
as I uncover my skin to the night
and am dressed only in the rooms shadows

I quiver at the delicious sensation

my imagination grinds
stirring a wild storm within me
bringing forth a flame

and I begin building a fire of anticipation

you come to me without hesitation
and your words flow through me
consuming every breath in my body

as you display your poetic scars for the world to see

you tear yourself into the tiniest of pieces
showing me bits of your upside-down world
and in a matter of minutes
you begin unhinging all my doors

opening me up to new possibilities

your dark ink splashes across me
as if I were a blank page in one of your books
and your well mastered words gently ****** me

like Lucifer himself spreading his sin among the innocent

each word driving itself deeper and deeper
finding its way to a secret spot
and in my weakness
I fall upon my cool satin sheets

with flushed skin in pure agony

losing myself in the story you so easily paint

laying there, spent skin exposed to the night air
I synchronize my heartbeat
to the sound of the bedside clock

and drape my pale form in your bewitching verses

the night passes in what seems to be only a brief moment
and because of you
I die a thousand heavenly deaths

but fear not my dear poet

for I am a willing participant in this journey
and will gladly lay witness to my own rebirth


it is only in the early hours
at the rising of the morning sun
I come to terms with the simple truth

that it is with your darkest thoughts
I shall finally be resurrected
her long weary eyes watch silently
as the slow dying sun
falls back into
the gentle arms of night
she sits high upon a lonely throne
eternally isolated from all that is real
memorizing his latest words

she twists and spins each one
carefully in her mind
as if they were made of antique crystal

she pounds and grinds them
like one would a diamond
turning them into a fine crystalline dust
so she may inhale them
and be with him
where ever that may be

when her world is full of happiness
his words inspire her
to reach deep inside and find the truth
and never once stop dreaming

when sadness is upon her doorstep
his words lift her
light as a roaming feather
floating endlessly in the spring air
and he becomes her liquid light

when fear rules her head
his words embrace her
as his strong arms would
if they were to share the same space

when rage fills her blood
his words burn upon her
like a fresh branding would
the pain being a reminder of life

and when her body aches
his words soothe her
touching her as only a man can
fueling her womanly desires

and in turn

she speaks to him
of dark unrequited love
writhing limbs
in midnight embraces

her words spill from crimson lips
inviting his heated skin to feast
her sinful hands
hold the poisoned pen

her dark ink
will forever drip upon his dying bones
and his decaying skin
will bear her metaphors
like a poetic tattoo

and as the darkness grows
within his unfed belly
he will become her marionette dancer
her penetrating words pulling his wires taut

black shadows fall across her face
and she writes deep into the night
of forbidden prayers and innocent flesh
while moans of the dead ring in her ears

her toxic pen to his paper
much like a molten kiss
as she whispers of quivering flesh
and damp bodies entwined

her wicked words call to him
to his hidden dark side
tempting him
captivating him
she is his irresistible curse

and when he lies upon the burning bed
becoming ashes to her beguiling ways
she will gladly give him life
if only to **** him again

sitting back on her haunches
much like a night creature would
catching his scent
she will wear his words
like a glorious dark crown
I took my first wintry breath
the cold flowed through me
like crystalline moonlight
piercing the midnight sky

rejuvenating my lifeless lungs
each breath was painful
yet somewhat pleasurable

I bathed my pale skin
in the seductive darkness of it all
slowly wrapping myself
in black laced moans

and in that very moment

Mother Night spoke to me

her silent shadow fell upon the earth
and my long dead bones
trembled with childlike anticipation

she spoke four simple words
“death holds all dominion”

her sharp tongue
burnt each word upon my brain

just like a branding iron would


I must tell you this

in the later haunting hours
when I dared to dream of atoning
for my many heartless deeds

I came to a stark realization


I had become a ghost to my own fate

somehow twisted
                 within my own angry blood

the only lesson I learned
was that all light would end
and I would live in perpetual darkness
with all of nights creatures

              such a place

where the blackness of death keeps score
I’ve existed a lifetime
under a sky bereft of sun
and sadly I must say
it is but a memory to me now

the light, the warmth, yes it’s all gone

the pale winter moon
my constant night companion
has always been silent but watchful
And somehow that affords me a small comfort

I am forced to walk by night
feasting on the outcasts and the unloved
dubiously luring the innocent
into my lair of sin and barren flesh

within their blood, a vision I see
their passion
their pain
their hell
upon these humans I must feed

simply because

their “human suffering”
satiates me

like cattle, I regard these humans beings
and believe me, I shall bleed them dry like hoofed swine
until that very moment
their life blood fills the cup of my glory

as my beloved twilight takes the sky
these foul innocents I gaze upon
are forever cursed

again, within their blood
I am able to sense the smallest hint of fear
which of course draws me right to them

by nightfall
I hunt in the streets of the city
the tiny villages
even the local farms

and please be assured, I **** without pity

I sit quite still
waiting for their last dying breath
to inflict a bit of chaotic misery
and attempt to suffocate the part of them that screams

but honestly

each innocents scream
is such a symphonic treat for my ears

I must admit to you right now
I believe I have swallowed something rotten to the core
and I am a monster no longer contained

I feel the malicious darkness under my flesh
and the ****** madness teases my skin
tempting the beast within me

I can tell you this,

I hunger for flesh
raw innocent flesh to be precise

lying in a heap of death

I shall feast until nothing remains


the stench of death upon my hands
will certainly become a part of me

I run my tongue across my lips
as my saliva flows


the thought of it all
settles deep into my bones
Thanks Tim for taking the time to collaborate with me. I appreciate your words and hope to write with you again soon...thanks again my friend  :)
He was the dark pit at the bottom of a nightmare
the coffee grounds of something that was once warm
that is now only bitter and cold
the stale cigarette **** at the bottom of a bottle of blood and turpentine
a swollen pulp of flesh covering rotting bones
the stinch and stink and decay of death without the comforts of the last kiss
the broken heart hidden in the devils tears
the sin beyond redemption
beating in an angels wing
a thread ripped out of time broken and frayed
forgetten by dreams and love and hope
drifting through nothing and nowhere
lost between eternity and birth and sleep
Come inside, out of the noise
be still
Find strength.
Be nurtured and encouraged.
wait a while.
let God's presence surround you with his love.
Let his blanket of comfort embrace you.
let the sun shine on you.
in transparency and light.
let the gardener tend you,
let him give you wisdom
like you, but different
leaving you stronger.
More fruitful.
down to the roots.
the fruits in your life
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