Submissions by Moonstone (Lyss.Haenel)

Some say it thumps
some prefer booms
But they will all agree
it starts in the womb
Sometimes obvious
sometimes discreet
No matter which
it's some form of beat
If a sort of agony
or a sort of pain
Needless to say
speed it will gain
But after a while
stop, well it must
Always too early
we turn to dust.

Darling, just say, pour some more wine
Straight of my own, exquisite, divine.
You say you can taste it
More salty than sweet,
Still, it's unlike you to waste it.
As rich as the color, it must be a treat,
Red as the lips you have kissed goodnight.
Oh, mine are pink? Suprizing a sight!
Was I supposed to believe you?
The story so phony, lies weren't so few.
No, upset? Why, never, not I!
You drink of my blood as I sit here and die!

Breaking the dark, light is destroyed
All aspects of life soon paranoid
Terrified, petrified, wild-eyed
Galloping through the black of night
Heart throbbing, muscles tight
Delicate, intricate, must submit
To the eerie seductive song
Before it is known, all has gone wrong
Despair, unfair, unaware
The Reaper so heartlessly now rips
The hand away from one who grips
So still, own will, just killed.