Esen

Sometimes when the night sets in the pain develops and the flesh drips from within
Tangled within veins the true stench of death rots the sanity of the living
Course negotions are made with the aroma of nostalgia
the vacant hunger.
the hunger that now lies dead inside parched hearts screaming for anothers life
anothers eyes, anothers hunger
for the specks of light that is hidden away from the fangs of my own thirst
the thirst that rips away the meat from the bone
the kings from their thrones
leaving me now nourshed and satisfied.
Your fear the apple of my own desires
blank stares coming from sheep of anothers love.
Wings set from inside of a worlds longing for a kiss.
Touch my lips let your blood release the scent of my inner carnal fetish
screaming streams sifting the goodness from inside my corpreal self
rotting as I walk, suffocating in the deafness of your hollow screams
Come to me my tender and feed upon my hunger
for I am now here to break your softened steed
harness your essense and sacrafice the tenderness of your soul
for we are but the clowns of the neverending vampire.

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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?

J.R.V.A.

Good stuff chauncey, thanks. I always enjoy reading your stuff

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart