my confession to you:
i wish to dig my flesh
inside of your skull
and feel your soul
quiver –>trembling
tears of joy
an animal lust
beyond passion
surpassed only by
resurrection
–the immaculate
conception of
all dying souls
:: ~~ ::
my confession to you:
i wish to dig my flesh
inside of your skull
and feel your soul
quiver –>trembling
tears of joy
an animal lust
beyond passion
surpassed only by
resurrection
–the immaculate
conception of
all dying souls
:: ~~ ::
Countess
Elzabeth
Bathory —
Psychosis
or remedy
for tuberculosis?
You — eccentric
woman of red
drank the souls
of all the dead
And Mary Shelly
licked the dreams
a color of Carmine
— raw pigment
of creativity!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
My sick dark lover
I did not mean to kill you
when you — a hungry soul
placed your sharp iron fangs
into my immortal neck
I forgot to tell you
I am the fallen angel
that ‘Father of vampires’
and you — beautiful soul
over-dosed on pure
angelic blood…
: 07-05-2014 :.