subota, 03.11.2007.

Dark love

It is a night of death, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their pain. The immortal one
rises.

Night shrouds her walking form,
a timeless fear.

Her black hair cascades over
white shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of darkness,
I weep.

stolen emotion

what have you done to me?
a shadow of pain as emotions scream.
once we tasted paradise,
innocent and open,
but your desire died.
a horrific vision of memory -
tears follow rain, follow memory,
love left to die.
in a burst of sorrow,
I hate you.
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