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The Choice is Mine

One broken beyond heart
suffers by the day
onto the aspects of night
forgotten by means of family
alone is he
death be warmer than
the touch of thankless deeds
desperate may he become
wanting more than this
foraged existence
can muster against lonely
dark depression

he is only minutes to decide
suicide may be better
family can or shall be spoken
is not in his favor
killed thoughts of a whole
only to see it shatter
glass breaks as the heart
wrenches on ones soul
dead is he who cannot be
in his eye a dagger
stained red by the coldness
black by the loneliness
yet he still lives

now is the moment
to decide his dark fate
torn down the center
emotions scorched by hatred
denial depression anxiety
only none are turned away of him
dull point thrust forth into
chest throbbing as blood
seeped out of his
soul ripped by torturous agony
only to be pureed by
years of suffering

now he must choose
choice which is deadliest
suicide be thought but torture
seem harsher by far
just because he doesn't
can't conform
no death worth dying for
puny efforts still
lifeless heart has none
breathe of red hatred
formed by his touch
foolish laughter
echo the empty cranial
death is easy
life is torture
he must choose
must he will

Her Tail

They fall, shadow to shadow
embracing darkness open palmed
the gift of damnation repaid in death
eternally searching for a soul, long gone
blood enriched the thirst for total payback
for the mighty and gallent prince
Vlad himself could do no wrong
alas, still taken by life's depth of death
gripped the reaper and the ultimate damning
of Iahova and Ceaser, Hitler and Rabine
they fly out and rip your soul
out of you as you lay taken
by another woman, you realize
your a lesbian, until the Day of Blood
sip the drink of Bacca's Blood
become one with your eloper, dip
into the depths of the vampyre!

Shadow

Terrible and full of woe
comes thy dawn of thy woven dream
assume it was a lewn forth a darkside
shown thee another hue of markings alongside
gray, damp walls of thy castle
wench a long and dark shadow fell.

Time hath faltered
glory was of its day
long battle was won by thy shadow
kings and monarchies have fallen within thy trembling hands
woe it be thee, woe thy wait
for shadows come and flee.

Lie down and pray
thy coming of thy end
wait no longer for I have arisen
anarchy shall not
oppress and thou will be depressed
with all passing time, I get closer
damn thee I spit thy curse
low, and bow before thy maker, anguished soul.

Shadow, I am thee, shadow
woe is thy presence, woe is thou fear
low, and bow before thee
I shall reign as terror grips ye
ye who opens thy casket
shall perish by thine own hands.

Follow me not forth a storm calls
shadow it be, long is thy night
nay wait for daylight plight
long and plague are drawn by thee
time hath faltered in its day
thou art dying passed on
by countless eons, might is less
less the trembling

Stone cold heart!

Love at First Site

There is this girl
who put me in a whirl
but alas it would not be
that I knew for one to flee
would not laugh, but cry.

In the light of the moon
I could pick out her aura
and I would say would you be mine
only to be shoved away
to a lonely stool, I plea.

Have heart on me
for I do not know how
how to even cry, but I try,
somewhere there is one who would show
show me how to pass the time,
without you.

Oh, if only you were here,
I may be able to jeer
only that your cheer will,
will awaken me to anew day.

I miss you my love at first sight!

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