The Darkness of Sweet Hyacinth

The stark perfume of hyacinth,
catapults me back to a time
when monsters did not exist -
Or did they?

My mind burned with thoughts of him.
Although he already knew that.
This creature of darkness scans my thoughts.
Hovers upon my mind.
Thirsts for my blood, ever so, decadently rich with despair.
Magnetized by the darkness, I ached,
for this man that hunts the shadows
of my dreams.
I dreamt of the precision of porcelain
razor sharp fangs crushing holes,
openings to my soul, in my naked flesh.
His desire was insatiable to bleed me,
exquisite drop by scarlet drop.
Until I lay in his arms on the edge of life & death....

To bestow my final mortal breath.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Author's Note
Inspired by the poetry of Mr. Black616.
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