Song for the Nocturnal

February 3, 2008
Mismatched figures
in a puzzle-like way.
Find your true colors
through the paper-mache strangers.
Let your eyes become distorted
as soon as you realize
your true destiny.
Black roses
out of your fake bouquet
and you can see
the blood dripping
from the funeral dress you bought.

Oh, it became a dream to me.
Nothing felt so real
until you snuck your fangs
in my neck.
I've never experienced
the reality
i'm living now.

Cathartic things
shown in the iris
of your dark colored eyes.
And let the blood drip,
just let it drip.
Allow the memory to dissipitate
into your distasteful encounters.
Stop the pretense
and go on-
just use me
as you did the other times.
I was your favorite toy
that you never got tired of.
Smear your blood
on my dry lips
because i havent slept
since that Winter night you arrived.

And let it drip,
just let it drip.
A dream so real-
nothing felt so real
until you snuck your fangs
in my bare neck.

But i cant bear to think-
if only you heard
the song playing in my room
before the Sunday night
you were slain.

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