i awoke in a scarlet haze
adrenaline an icy rush through my veins
a swiftly moving figure cloaked in black
moved through my window; paused and looked back
"one more night, my love, you will be mine"
said his thoughts to my thoughts, vague, undefined.
i slept. the sun rose, hurting my head.
little did i know that i was becoming undead
the day was quite tiring; i was distant, distracted
when somone spoke to me i barely reated
an ephimereal fog had clouded my vision
like the name on a headstone of a corpse which had risen
night fell. my candle was burning out quickly
my face in the mirror was pale, wan and sickly
the flame sputtered out and i was filled with this yearning
for that which was lost, for rejoining, returning
from the depths of my soul i lay screaming his name
time stopped.the world stilled. he heard, and he came.
i threw open the window and let darkness in
sealing my doom and rejoicing in sin
swift exhilaration and unbearably sweet pangs
2007-10-23
17:52:20
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