Monday, August 07, 2006

Glair of darkness






Come closer,
You cant see anything in this dark
Closer...
Feel me breathing down your neck
Feel this steamed heart of mine
Feel this hurtful grin with your own bare hands

Now can you see?
Do you see the sparks in my eyes?
Do you feel the fear?

Yes, I’ve waited one lifetime too long
I’ll do you right this time, fix every wrong
See my eyes glow with red hot fumed colors of revulsion

Feel these teeth of mine flush against your skin
Feel my teeth sinking into your gushing wetness
Feel me infecting the inside walls of your body with venom.
Coating what’s left of your heart with burning sickness,
Bleed in my hands, painfully seeking freedom

Let your cancer eat you to the bone,
Let your muscles waste away,
Melt into the goblet of your soul.
Today, tomorrow and every godforsaken day,

See the long line of bodies waiting to get through?
I pat your back; laugh and then I look at you.
You used to move like a dazzling angel so divine, elegant and fine.
The one every woman envied, the one every man fancied.
Now you’re pathetic, afraid to let go.
You’re theirs and you know it, they’ve plans for you in tow.

They’re building it bigger, making it better.
See the excitement in my eyes?
Your lips are chapped and won’t ever get wetter.
Honey, this is what you asked for,
This is your compromise.

Pass on through those doors.
Don’t stop and stare
Walk on as though you have before.
Breathe in whatever your skin tastes in the air.
There’s always a way in
But “out”, there is no more.

Who am I really?
Am I the guardian angel you sprint from so badly?
Or the very demon you’ve given to, madly?
Am I your ticket to the front of the line?
Tonight I’ll be your nightmare
No wait, I’ll go beyond your worst

Whoever I am, you’re lucky.
You really are
That you have me; as I am your star.
The one leading you through this ugly mess,
You’re pallid, dismal and worth a lot less.
But I can’t leave you hanging, not now anyway.
I want to be there, come on your dooms day.

Feel my taciturn teeth cut you deep
How does it feel to be a victim of love?
Does it hurt? Does it feel alright?
Either way now it’s too late for you.
Your virtues have all gone unknown.
Your name is there, carved in stone.

I grin as your guilt kicks in at the very last minute,
But the last minute is always too late.
There’s nothing you can do now,
No… Oh, hang on a minute,
Just how was your last date?

“Hahahaha” I laugh so loud.
You look at me, appalled, disgusted and yet proud.
You think, how can I ask that at a time like this?
Your question would be valid, were that not your last kiss.

We’ve buried your angels and we keep the traffic flowing.
We’ve accepted your sins and love to see them growing.
Don’t be ungrateful, for this concerns your soul.
The one you tossed aside so carelessly
The one you didn’t care to know.

I won’t save you now.
For this is your right.
I don’t want to hear you.
This isn’t my fight.
I don’t want to live in this sick little world of yours.
I’ll sing when you’re dead and dance out the doors

As cruel as it may seem, you’ve done worse I see.
Don’t fuck with a man, a man like…well, me.
Let this be the lesson to all your sorry little friends.
Let them not mess with men, we always fight till the end

My horns are out
And they’re here to stay.
I was your shining prince but once, on that far away day.
You’ve crossed the line one too many times
Now you’re in my black book,
You and your sweet talking eyes.

And as I watch you burn and waste away,
my eyes will start to glow,
They will be your glair of darkness..


So tell me now,
How does it feel to be betrayed?

“Memories.Haunt.Us.Now”


Inspired by Sar’s dead blog, words taken and used with her consensus