Embrace

Death dances, as the light drowns to a drop,

The voices of the crying children, heard over the mist.

Waiting for someone, they fall one by one.

The moon casts down, on the frozen night,

A shadow, over every one of them, blinding.

Unable to see, they still wait, for that someone to arrive.

Lost souls, like fireflies, circle the woods,

In a bid to wander away from this pestilence.

Through the open window, I hear them sing.

Within the fog, I see their shadows moving.

Into the dark, I focus my gaze,

Unable to see, yet I look on.

They stumble and call out, yet patiently wait.

In the mist, they walk on, through the frozen lake.

Answering the call of the wild.

A sad, and lonely call.

It tears me open, yet I cannot help them.

I cannot reach out to them yet.

As the mist clears, they will see me.

They will either embrace me with smiling faces,

Or cry out for their mothers.

But I, am their only hope.

I dance, as the lights drown to a drop,

The voices of the crying children silenced, in the mist.

Waiting for me, they fall one by one.

Disease

A diseased mind, a diseased body, and urges of fatal needs.

Define a soul long lost of emotions.

Impurity senses numbed. Salivating through the centuries.

Sense of guilt, flooding over every sane thought,

Decaying blood flowing, poisoning through the misery.

Necropolis of wounded heresy,

The silent water open, reflects, my inner disease.

The open wounds still fresh, stench of a long lost love.

Behold…..blood turns purple!

Thy lips, as they lock onto mine, suck out the emptiness,

From which I feed.

Memories freeze, cataleptic delusions. You reek of putridity.

Unknown to me, it will be passed on,

Offspring with the same un answering disease.

And they in turn, will pass it on.

Your Face, My face. It looks the same.

As delusions of extreme gore take over.

Deeds of the flesh no longer satisfy the ever growing urge to mutilate.

Decaying corpses, aborted fetus they all call upon,

Your necrophobic fantasies of hate.

Leprosy, bodies melting away.

Disfiguring the dying, dissecting through the living.

We live, trading pieces, of the dead,

In this necropolis, of the weak.

Fear.Obsession.

Faceless recital of the ongoing dream, I told her she was in it.

Every night, for three years, have I had the same recurring nightmare.

Ardent rain drizzling, the night, darkest.

Renewing atmosphere, the tale continued. For three whole years.

Often it would take a new turn, and I would find myself staring,

Face first, into a wall, crimsoned, with blood.

Then, the clock would strike the end, and I would be made to witness,

Her crucifixion.

Endless. It would go on and on. Her cries as the nails drove deep, as they

Undressed her further.

Nerves being split and flesh being torn.

Serenaded, before they branded her, with a red iron cast.

Expressionless, her face had become. As expressionless as mine.

Eroticism for the few gathered. They sang and danced away.

Never did they once look at her dissolving body, being burned by their torches.

After this account, as they molested her into the night,

Needless to say, they turned to me next.

Desperate, I cried out, as they closed in.

Under the blood red moon, they surrounded me, danced in circles.

Nevertheless, I looked out.

Everyone was dressed in white. All except me...and the half dead girl.

Xorn.Anger.Thats all I could feed off them. They were angry.

Playing the music beside, alone in the cornfield, was a girl clad in red.

Lustful eyes of hers trodded onto mine.

Apathising, with what I was about to endure.

I Looked hard at her.

No. I did not know her. Never had I seen something so delicate.

Emerging out of her eyes, I could see a hint of a falling tear.

Dark, as the sky, her eyes stared onto mine. Me, oblivious, kept looking on.

I knew what she was trying to say, although she kept a distance.

Half naked, I could see her bare breasts, contrast against the deep red cuts.

And then, she advanced away from me. Away into the night.

Vile feelings crossed my mind. I could not control them.

Everything around me lay forgotten, as I was left in a state of putridity.

Senses numbed, Paralyzing pleasure, a hypnotic urgency.

Everything was blurred. All I could feel, see and smell was her.

Even though she disappeared, I lay fantasized, spent.

Nurturing, the lust to remain forever, as it ceased to exist.

The scene changed.

Home.

Everything was the same.

My feelings returned to normal, and I could breathe again.

This perpetual dream, forces me to live.

Helps me stay awake.

Every morning, I find a small cob of corn, reminiscent, of my demonic lover.

You could call me crazy. I myself, think I am.

Are they real? Those people, that cornfield?

Reality lines blur with that of the unexplained.

Ethereal answers lay hidden to me.

Realization sparks a hint. The one clad in red is you.

Everything you do, reminds me of her and vice versa.

Alone spent in eternal bliss, I return to reality every morning,

Lone, to fight the day, another dream.

Devoid, or with you beside me, I do not know when I am dreaming, and when I am awake.

Eternally caught in the web of this remorseless cycle, I am forced to live. I cannot die.

As they would take me away.

Take me away to that cornfield. Away into that night.

Hours and hours pass me by, as I try to purify myself, rid myself, of the disease.