Vampire

I am a BIG vampire fan, so lengthen your fangs,
put your cloaks on and embody a dark vampire.
Nothing too lewd or sexual, so let your dark
muse out, if just for as little while;)

Druid Romance
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gazing upon this laconic sky
eyes fixed on this blue-ribbon moon.
with a wisp of moth-wings
bearing witness of the night to come.
under your witchery
with labored breathing i have succumb.

rivers of rage ebb and flow
from the banks of hate within.
a fire of demonic breed
flows as lava within these veins.
the need to kill, the need for blood,
prism of life...  all that remains.

your face upon this night sky,
are you friend or are you foe?
looking behind your sinister eyes
a clouded heart emitting a soft glow.
it is now that only you and i shall know
just how far this release of pain will go.

i am praying, howling through
glass shards from this broken moon.
hoping for the rise of a blood soaked dawn
hearing your whimpers in this screaming gloom.
my growls are harsh with age of old longing,
as i sing my song of love to this blood moon.

in a time long ago from a curse
Gods thrown upon my back i was born.
living through centuries feeding
from the innocents, their flesh torn.
this has become my suffering fate
i breathe my last breath and forever mourn.

SO...YOU LIKE VAMPIRES DO YOU?
Oh what a generation it is...
Taking the damned,
and putting them on pedestals.
Glamorizing creatures who feast on blood.
I promise you this...
Vampires are real,
they're just not as glamorous as you think.
Love is impossible for them.
They can't even fake it.
If you really want to understand,
it's not hard to find one close to you.
They would be the ones who hardly exist.
Barley leaving the house,
or doing nothing with their lives.
Anyone around,will be drained of motivation.
They'll suck you dry of faith.
They tear into your hope,
and ambitions like spiritual savages.
Your demons will surface,and consume you,
in their presence.
They know how to enrage you.
How to make you weak.
Once they have brought you to their level...
Once you are thoroughly bled.
They wait for another to feed on.
If they did exist as the legends say,
I'll tell you one thing...
Vampires do not"shimmer"in sunlight...

THEY FUCKING BURN!

"The Sun Never Shines"
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I’m a vile-creature of the night,
a depraved bloodsucker
with a craving for love.
I do not come
from above,
below is where
my home lies.
I deliver my blow
quickly,
usually when
it’s pitch or
just a sliver,
but when
that full moon’s a-cookin’
I’m out lookin’ for affection,
real-bloodlust in my heart,
some sweet lass is gonna die.

It’s an evil-curse,
been dragging me down
for centuries,
I’ve gone round and round
with myself,
no reflection,
the sun never shines,
this flame never dies,
neither do I
cry.

I cruise around late
to find
my pretty-prey,
then
float up
behind them
without a sound,
sink my teeth deep,
incisors pierce
their soft-flesh
to suck the soul out,
becoming
part of my being.
It’s sexual for me,
an invigorating feeling
that does not
last long,
I need more & more,
you see.

It’s an evil-curse,
been dragging me down
for centuries,
I’ve gone round and round
with myself,
no reflection,
the sun never shines,
this flame never dies,
neither do I
cry.

oh god it's the benefits people again
hopes they don't go opening my curtains
also, upstairs I been growing weed
play to my talents

they can smell it in amongst the unwashed dishes smell
and the piss smell, and the faintly toasty smell
of unwashed me
but they make no comment.

unable to work. have you been taking your medication?
yes.
got my teeth filed to points last year
mistake at the time but of course now it unsettles them
they ask if i minds they look around

opens the hall cabinet and of course I forgot about the dead body in there
falls out bam scream like a pig.
stuck pig.
im done for now make a run for it
and blister in the sun like acid burn. running
to the safe place where the church priest hole comes out
near the dumpsters
asking me why it's not blocked up? planning permissions.
and I'm there.

untouchable
nursing my burnt, blistered arms and face
with a cold palm of moisture
they're stinging now for lack of adrenaline
and I need to pee.

You know I
couldn't quite pull my eyes
then fingers
away from that mangled cat yesterday.

These late nights lately I've been
watchin' you dream, watchin'
your pulse quicken then slow
and I caught myself
panting
to that

same

bloody

rhythm.


You know I,
I've been countin' at midnight:


You've got seven veins
on the top of your hand
which you clamp the douvet with
every time I draw your red-sweet blood
from the fifty-nine vessels blue
sweeping up your pale back.

Prowling

The crunch of cobblestone
under black boots
courts the scene of
shadow being coursing another hunt
traces of moonlight  
reflective on pavement
a deep hunger to satiate
thinking warm, red
flowing thoughts
salivating like Pavlov's dog
Church bells strike at the silence
dissect the quiet from a Gothic steeple
in the distance
the inner chant of the outer world
mystified except for the crucial
the prowler seeks to stalk
to feed

Dark Embrace
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[center]Cold is the night and full the moon,  
deathly silent,through a window I observe you.
I,a hunter and you, my prey,watching              
for when in your bed you will lay.              
I await with insurmountable patience          
the moment I shall have you in my presence.          
As the hours pass all grows still,            
I enter your bower and approach in silence,        
viewing your sleep and inhale deep,        
the scent of life emanates while you dream.        
Normally,my victim,already you would have been,
but,something detains me;imagining’s? maybe.                  
               
In all the centuries of my existence                  
never had I felt this experience.                  
I enter with a singular objective                  
and full of intention,                  
the hunger besieges me                  
and your blood beckons.                  
Battling with my nature,                  
cautiously your slumbering body                  
I observe when in my direction you turn.                  
I realize once more,                  
the vitality at you core,                  
your blood I can almost taste                  
nearly knocking a lamp over in my haste.                  
I hear the blood running through your veins                  
and the beat of your heart which reminds me,                  
that mine, desiccated, will vibrate, never more.                  
               
Even feeling thus something touches me;                  
could it be possible?                  
Incapable of tender feelings,                  
what is it that stops me?                  
This I do not understand,                  
observing you with curiosity;                  
what does he possess that stays my hand?                  
The humanity within illuminates him like firebrand                  
and I, a black butterfly attracted by the shine.                  
I do not wish to destroy that which,                  
within him glimmers,                  
I would prefer to be part of it,                  
but know not if I am worthy                  
for I have been a great sinner.                  
               
I am a monster, for whom blood means life                  
yet a legend speaks of a possibility that love,                  
for creatures such as I, also exists.                  
Could it be that this fragile human                  
can be what my solitary existence                  
hath sought without knowing?                  
The choice, he will have to make,                  
without compulsion and born of the heart.                  
Being what I am, I could easily                  
make him love me, but it would destroy                  
his soul and be a lie I could not abide.                  
With all my faculties and supernatural abilities                  
I can only hope that he sees beyond my                  
despicable acts and my multitude of wrongs.                  
In my extended existence never, had I felt                  
this that now burdens me,                  
and, until this moment, had not known.                  
This feeling for a frail mortal                  
causes me trepidation, because surely,                  
this endeavor will never come to fruition.                  
               
In the moment of this deep contemplation                  
the human awakes and observes me                  
with certain confusion.                  
His first questions are:                  
Who you are?  How did you enter?                  
Why have you come?                  
               
I will not do you harm,I was only                  
observing your time of dreams.                  
I am called Mozelle, and I am,                  
to be sure, a terrifying                  
and bloodthirsty creature,                  
alas I cannot injure you                  
and that is somewhat perplexing.                  
What a novel sensation,                  
this feeling of refrain.                  
Something came to life within me,                  
when first your countenance, I did see.                  
Until this moment I knew not,                  
what was confusing me thus.                  
I came to clarify my doubts,                  
find the answers to the questions                  
that have plagued me with restless bouts                  
and, now that you are awake                  
I realize how much is at stake.                  
               
From the first moment that I saw your face,                  
you introduced my dead heart to something                  
that could not possibly take place.                  
And now that the answers have come clear,                  
I will depart this place and lessen your fear.                  
I turned towards the window to exit…                  
(He whispers): "please do not go".                  
I hesitate; what must I do,                  
(I ask) to ease your mind?                  
It would easy to compel you not to fear,                  
but very difficult that you accept my love                  
and the eternity I wish to share.                  
This is a unique gift that I offer,                  
yet the decision is yours and,                  
your choice, sadly, I must obey.                  
But be warned to accept,                  
you should understand what it implies;                  
I will have to make you as I am,                  
to prolong your life. Together we will walk                  
through the passages of time,                  
discovering the intricacies of this love sublime.                  
She lowers her head in dread of the refusal                  
that surely she must come to expect.                  
               
Finally he answers: "To wander in perpetuity,                  
a high price to pay for a love you                  
are not certain you can claim."                  
His heart races at the thought of her plight,                  
knowing that upon making this decision,                  
there will be no going back, after this night.                  
He ponders, and then:                  
"In an immortal I choose to become,                  
by your side, together, we shall walk as one,                  
from now and until always we shall be,                  
lovers for eternity."                  
Looking deeply into his eyes,                  
"you are sure?"                  
Assenting with his head "I am".                  
               
"Then an oath to you I do solemnly swear;                  
I will love you for always and a night,                  
you will be the only one in my bed,                  
my body and mind, we will share this existence                  
and our love will be eternal,                  
for there never has been                  
or ever will be another."                  
A single swift movement opened her vein                  
to offer the elixir that, to him,                  
immortality would bring.                  
A tear of blood sprouted in her eye                  
when his head in acceptance inclined,                  
“take my darling, what,                  
with so much love I offer”.                  
               
In that moment the pact was sealed                  
and their union they did consummate,                  
commemorating the occasion in which                  
they became a legend no one would ever forget…  

Gypsy Red
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This is an old prose poem I wrote years ago. Hope you enjoy it.

Vampires by O

On dark beds, evil women hear themselves called sluts by the boys. We are the people of perfect darkness. People of darkness as the darkness itself. These women with ashes on their breath breathed out men like oxygen. These vowels and consonants fuck each other into oblivion. Nicotine, my nicotine.
     In our dark address, O night, most true to mysteries. Be in sin, by which hell is weighed. The crows are all beasts to ecstasy. Everyday I drink a double dose of coffee. To taste the savage taste of blood. The blood is warm and salt like the sea. Hot as blood, black as ink. Each drop of ink demands a drop of blood. Blood is the water color. As if blood were a wine. Far more dark and darker still than the darkness accumulates. Singing darker than the nightingale.
     We have awaken from twenty centuries of stone sleep. To wake to ecstasy the living lyre. The stomach, pleasure, and golden sleep. Fresh in blood and color. This generation gave birth to children with phobias, mania and depression. Their depression is not the depression of our world. Fire, nightmare, insomnia's vision of Hell, when Nature's wholesome genial fabric lies utterly destroyed and from some contagious smell, the adamant minerals become corrupt, each life a worthless iteration of the general loathing. All our known taste has been eradicated. No flesh to taste flesh. Keep this generation safe from death. You should no longer feed on phantom books. Oh, how the horror rises from the book. Heavy are the books I read. I am he who knew what it was to be evil. Evil of my evil, love of my love. Oh, born to see what none can see awake!
     We are monsters in the eyes of God and Man! We gaze at the tombstone as if it were the answer to all hidden things, but men fear depth as much as death. Let me go to Hell alive and descend or die the death I dread no less than Hell. How terrible is it for immortals to die in quicksand. I could hear the voice of the devil from the depths of the volcano. The world below the world. The vogue for black mass and the cult of devils fluctuate about the lower levels. Down below another world moves. Down the darker and darker stairs. Each step forward is a step towards hell. And hell is more than half of paradise. Besides you breathe differently down there. Down there, where it barely lights the halls. Have you like me written you’d be there? Sonnets written in shadow.
     I have suffered the atrocity of sunrise. How I hate direct sunlight! Come, cut out the poets tongue and mix the wine with blood. O Heart! Heart! Heart! O bleeding drops of scarlet. O my enemy, do I terrify? Some imp stole my pen while I slept! Words spoken in every tongue in hell. One sweet translation of eternity. As if it were a casual thing to suffer, as if we should suffer so. One human tear shall drop, and be forgiven, and sure enough if fate some future bard shall become, a sad similitude of grief of mine. Condemned whole years alone in hell. What I liked best were dark facts. Lost is the man without it!
     I saw the hell of women down there! Degrading beauty from crime, vice, and terror. It was there we came to know how dangerous beauty could be. Poison, arson, vandalism, sex, narcotics, nihilism is a serpent I abhor more than fame and envy. True mirrors of my miseries. I’d offer them to oblivion with the rest of what was mine. With equal darkness, yours as dark as mine. My hell is no worse than yours. On the dark river not even a shadow followed me over. The dark heavier than a giant's foot. I do not love you less that now you have graduated from darkness. But the narrow streets below are far too dark for the caravan of black donkeys who kick up sparks.
     Deeper than heaven is hell. The bright undeniable disease of life. I have seen the incunabula of the divine grotesque. To smell the smell of filth. You are led by the sinister wings of night birds, the infinite pit, the luminous gap of galaxies. One day Hell might actually exist. The heavens cannot be found. Blot out each bright idea from the sky. Our claim to own our bodies and our world is our catastrophe. All this world well knows, yet none knows well to shun Heaven that leads men to their Hell. The effect and cause, the punishment and sin. The world in which we live and love is evil. God has abandoned us thousands of times. As if the self blocks God, the way bodies block light. The light, burning up even the angels. Watch as these winged ones die of disease. Phantom of a phantom. Faith without faith. The present incumbent reads Plato in French and has lost his belief in Hell.
     There are enough women in hell, who are beautiful women still. The elixir of the throat where love exists. You will meet no wine like this. No boy to admire. Who today makes all young men a furnace and whom tomorrow girls will find a fire. The red flower between the lips, the bosom and the rose I often can’t decide which I like more. These thoughts floated on my wine. Wine that none but ghosts can taste.

Sweet sticky velvet red
Oh the dreams they fill only the desire
to feed on the weak and ready to harvest cattle
Dressed up like chocolates in a box of fancy
hmm so sweet so inviting
Waiting for these day dreams to pass into night
Oh the torture of waiting for the moon to rise
bathed in the eyes of the old gods
Stars they call them ,The fools
Back to my endless dreams
Hmm .. Sweet sticky velvet red

astral parasites

truth of ancient wisdom,
concerning vampirism,
is not what Hollywood envisions,
malign mysticism,
and psychic scission,
may meet a collision,
draining blood is a reasonable discourse,
but psychic vampires are siphoners of life-force,
on a malign course,
that one way,
of malign sway,
to drain prana flow,
and negatively swirl ones soul,
but also psychic toxicity,
if your boundaries aren't up,
your purity,
can be history,
these types are parasitic,
and heavily vampiristic,
they have a attraction to the pure soul of a mystic,
their usually surrounded by elementals from the metaphysics,
speaking of the malign mystical,
this has very close affinities for fear based rituals,
so you can be drained,
and made to be waned,
or attacked by these entities,
by being pumped full of negative energies,
that is metaphysically,
but sociologically,
sorceries directed to the masses,
malign energies towards the underclasses,
when dark souls are filled with malignant nonsence,
they cast sorceries for the masses to process,
all that negativity they store up,
they have it register the masses astral makeup,
ever go watch a movie,
and leaving noticeably moody,
are the many funny things on the internet,
ever feel drained or the feel of a threat,
just to make my paradigms be enlivened,
the word porn in ancient latin means to SIPHON,
and to make you glued,
obsessed with the trivial and the nude,
they even call it a tube!
haaah!
siphon tube...
well hope u got a different glimpse into another side vampirism

Driven by thirst

sleeping throughout the day
dreading the night to come
for i feel the thirst building within
craving that sweet nectar that gives me life
it keep me strong
it keep me fast
it keeps me fearse and unpredictable

the night draws near
almost time for me to rise from my slumber
and i shall feast upon my unsuspecting victim of the night
nothing more than i need
nothing less than to be satisfied
the sun sets on the horizon
i feel myself come to life with nothing but the thirst driven rush
i rise from my slumber
seances to there limit
hearing any and every movement made around me
feeling every life force around
smelling the brisk sent of the air
and yearning for the taste i so need

i open my eyes
to see the twilight of the eve
now my hunt begins
nothing to stop
nothing to be bounded by
for light is your strength
and darkness my friend
 

"Blood Is Life"

Immortality drips from my lips
the unforgettable taste of innocence
forever damned to feed
a thirst that can never be cured

a junkie and a vein
for a moment i'm saved
only to awake hungers slave...

Through time we freeze
Cling onto the love
Humanity is all we have
For if we lost it
we would be alone
Everything in life is slow
And here we thirst
Cling to me.
Let me feel your unruling heartbeat
Binding and never letting go
I'm cold now
I'm lost now
But never will I be alone
Cling to me
And forever will not be long enough
For I am the only immortality
That ever walked the world

There used to be more sport in this
sneaking like a leapord upon his prey
then dazzling the lust out of her, with that look
and she'd be hooked enough lead me to her chambers

It had its dangers though
houses laden with Christ on a stick
garlic and herbs on the window
and the horses could give us away while we slept
if they happened to walk over us

them were the days