Can anyone have a relationship with a devil living inside them?
Red and black aura. The colors were different at one time in my life,
Black and white.
Life would be different if I could stop seeing red.
But life is not worth living when you’re dead.
The lust for blood, the rush for flesh,
one thing is alive, soon to be skinned
I feel it all going to my head.
Dark inside the tomb, where I rest
I can hear the thunder of day break.
Like a lightning bolt from Zeus, It’s awake.
Dracula’s wings, shade the moon and take flight.
Up in the sky, the predator stalks its prey,
to turn the living and feast before the day,
the beast no longer inside,
It works all night for the hunt is timed,
the able bodies sleep in a state of sublime.
The windows shut, never stopped the crime.
The victim lays with dreams of sheep,
not aware of the wolf at the chimney sweep.
Coldness flows up their spine,
The blood sucker begins the dark climb.
Down the chimney like old saint nick,
The beast begins his descent.
While the hairs on her neck become erect,
the vampire feasts on the innocent neck.
Like a snake it coils up, its fangs clench,
the liquid life comes pouring out,
Gulping the blood as it becomes more alive.
Spreading like a disease, the poison takes hold
the headaches come first,
the spinning is next, followed by the tremendous ach,
the transformation is almost complete,
a double soul,
the dead looking for a taste of being awake.
The friends and family notice the pain,
too afraid to alert them in any case they break.
The windows are asked to be shut,
as the sun begins to hurt.
Burning like a fire caught in the wind.
A slow steady breeze begins to blow,
at first the lungs become broken.
As the window is left reluctantly open,
the wings begin to break the skin,
the blood spills out like the depths of Satan’s splendor
The demon has grown inside her.
No where to run, and no where to hide,
The devil becomes stronger one at a time.
The vampire hatchling is left alone,
The family and friends no longer want to condone.
At night she spreads her wings to take flight,
Looking for her master, owner, in spite.
Only becoming what the holy say “rotten,”
In the cavernous depths her soul has been forgotten.
The devil’s work, the war for life has begun,
the dead bodies pile, while the awaken stumble.
Progress is losing, blind from the serpent at work.
Wondrous claims, and chauvinist’s reign.
The blind are naïve,
without the idea of fight, fright plagues the mind,
I wonder if the devil will ever surrender,
as he becomes the master, the darkness becomes the hereafter.
Will our souls be remembered or be a wisp on god’s laughter?
Love can only cure the vampire.
God’s only disappointment shadowed by his hand at our birth.
While the scourge of the underworld walk the earth,
unaware of the heaven that god has left them.
Large illusionary mountains that surround the basin
Rushing water flows through the streams, giving life to those who can see.
The dead can only hope to resurrect and mend.
Without the vampire’s bite, they will never see the skies above them.
Moss gathers around the old aspen tree,
one starts its desires to be a part of Eden,
The paradise in Genesis is but a thought amongst the stone and rock.
Gods defeat came at the hands of a serpent with it’s bate of the idea of ultimate knowledge,
the forbidden fruit.
We were deceived with the ability to become one with him a mere illusion held by the masses.
We are left with the only hope to attain the devil’s distractions.
The cosmos, we wander, like a lost puppy looking for its owner.
The amazing discoveries we have yet to pilgrimize.
Satan’s minions have ascended the illusion of time.
Will the vampires of the earth, become worthy of the astrological signs?
We will never know the beginning or end,
May we hold one another friends among friends.
Brother upon brother, and men among men.
Are destiny is the heavens, let us begin.