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The Book of You

I see you, more than you understand
Your heart, your soul, its like the perfect book

Your heart it beats and yet you do not live
Why do you resign yourself to such a fate,
A fate, an attempt at life that is such a waste

I know in your heart you wish things where different
Wish the past had not happened, 
Wished that your heart did not ache so much

This wish is futile, to wish your heart away is to hide
Do not hide from what enriches your life
You will forever remember this
Learn from these pages in your book 

Yet that crippling pain is likely the purest emotion you have felt
I am here staring into you, reading you

I see your soul for what it is,
It is struggling to restore your shattered heart
Your greatest weakness is your fear

You fear for what can be, for the next pain
So many times you have been shattered
Many times broken and defeated

But you must learn to fight back
Learning that pain is only the beginning is the only way

Without this I doubt your heart or your soul will survive
Survive the apocalypse of your life, fate has not ended it
This is after all just the beginning of your future

I beg you to continue your life,
I yearn to read into your heart, mind and soul more

Please forgive my selfishness but I need you to continue
The waste of your heart is too much
The waste of a soul like yours is a shame

I will pass you the string for which to sew your heart
I will pass you each piece, each shard of your soul
Allow yourself time to heal,
The process is only as slow as you make it

Demand your heart to listen to your mind
Falling back into the pit of despair is truly mad
If you allow yourself to fall within its inky depths
Then forever will its dark tentacles enwrap your heart

You have felt the pain now, felt it keenly
Do not fall into vengeance, it is seductive, it is sweet
But it is a short reprieve from the darkness

Take heart, the good die young is what we're told
The better die last.
The best live eternal in their love, for true love is eternal
That love will forever last in another’s hear.

Do not give in to pain,
Do not give in to hate,
Give in to your recovery.

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Revenant of a Soul

I feel like a Revenant of my former self
I'm lost to all, lost to my heart and soul
And yet I linger on

Unwanted by heaven or hell
Left here to finish my business

But yet there is nothing for me here
I am bored with this existence
Its tediousness tires me

I'm weary of this world
I don't like what it does to me

It takes my heart and twists my will
I cannot control myself sometimes
I lose what I am and what I believe

I can't stop it, its inevitable
I believe I will continue forever like this...

Each feeling, each emotional dart
strikes true to my heart, yet, it is not there
It is no longer part of this semi-existence

Its traversed like my soul to a high plane
A plane where it can no longer be torn asunder.

I fight every day just to feel what I once wished I could not
I fight for my self control as I grow to hate this land more and more
I fight on for some sort of reason in life

I don't know why I fight, its all I have....

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Simply My Heart

With a heavy heart and a nervous touch I write to you
With all the willpower I possess I continue this charade
I feel heavier with each heartbeat
Stronger and yet weaker,
Unable to process that which weakens me so

I know the inevitable approaches,
That constructed world I pray for
The one I hope and cry for
I know its ever-growing anguish seems almost too much

And then with a touch,
With but a word I am yours again,
Broken and happy
Just a flutter of your eye lashers makes my heart skip
Your breath like that of the world itself
Sending shivers through me, a cooling warmth
Adrenaline sets in and I care not

All I want is you, all I care for is our little world
Ignore all reality, basking in each other’s glory

And then before it can even begin to gather to climax
you vanish from me again,
The waves of fear and anguish set in
I am left as a crushed husk

It is as though I have you and yet will never have you
I fear it still, and yet I turn not away
I turn to you, embrace the inevitable pain
Basking in the euphoric glory when you are in my arms
The feel of your breath
The warmth of your skin
The tingle as I brush you gently
Drinking in all that you are, in total being

I come to accept this now. 
If you are ever mine then it will be a miracle
A joyous miracle, and yet still that shot in the dark
That dark that is banished with your eyes

I could fall into you, into lust, into ecstasy.
Into purest joy.
The light you bring into my life is more than I can take
And yet I want it all for myself, 
I want to bask in it always, until life has its last breath
I need not the sun, nor the moon, nor the stars.
I have the purest light of them all.
You.

And to you, my dearest heart
I cry one last tear,
Breathe one last breath
And then delve into you once more
If only to experience that which breaks me more each day.

Until you are mine, I will always be broken
You can make me whole, you alone
I wish for your happiness, but I am selfish
As I believe you would be happiest with me.

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Dark Claws On Your Pools of Green

You lay there a broken hearted soul
Torn asunder by those most hurtful wounds
Harsh and painful they lay within you

As your heart flutters and your mind spins
They claw their way at you
No longer do you feel happiness
Only sadness
Only pain

I stare as I watch those dreaded claws
Watch as they rip open your heart
Watch as they tear away all that I cherish

And as I see you crumble under the pain
My own pain is re ignited
I feel it even more keenly than before

I can't stand it, you in pain
Him, that dreaded evil
Everything he does taunts me
Every word he's ever said twists that single cord of my heart

I'm coiled now, a spring, 
twisting and twisting I continue
Soon it will happen, I feel it
Too soon, I will snap

It will not be pretty
It will not be healthy

Those broken pools of green haunt me now
Staring through my soul
Immolating all that is left of my heart

Those broken and torn shards are fading
Soon there will only be chars

Shadows of previous loves
Dark silhouette's against my huddling soul

Huddling against the pain
Against the darkness
Against those dreaded claws

But hiding only from those pools of green

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The Choice of Emotion

With every breath I take
I breathe in the reality in which I live

For every love there is heartache
And I cherish this difference

There can be no life without death
There can be no light without dark

Only the love that we feel
Can numb us to this knowledge

We have a choice in life
To live in ignorant bliss or to hide from the pain

I chose to take each emotion and relish it
To feel each as it strikes me

I may sometimes be harmed by this
I may sometimes be warmed by this

But I know that in times to come
I will look back an know what this meant

I will know that I have lived
Whether this be in pain or in pleasure

I will have the gold that is experience
The priceless item that is knowledge

And with this knowledge I have now
I ask of you only one small thing

That you read this and think of me
And of what you can or cannot be

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Soaring Hearts and Burning Flames

If my heart could soar then on the wings of your words it would
take flight, and with those words from the heart of you I would 
take comfort

If only the light in your eyes shone through the dark that
pervades your past, in time we two may find that light and feed
it with our hearts, minds and souls so that it may flourish into
a blinding beacon.

In time that light may fade and with it the feeling felt in our hearts
and yet the spark will forever struggle against the growing 
dark so that it may one day be re-fed. Refuelled.
Shared with others so they may see the light I see in your eyes.

But for now, let we two cherish that light I see in your eyes
the fires that burn deep will burn and immolate our past pains,
creating from the ashes a wholehearted future to be embraced with 
hearts and hands.

That light will then banish the dark, defeat it and bring us to a new
horizon in which there is only future, only the welcoming hopes of new
life, new love.

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Scarred Hearts

I sit and I think of you, eyes welling with tears
As I flood with thoughts of you I feel remorse

You don't understand, never will
It’s not your scars I see, but your heart,
Your radiant soul and that eternal glow of your flesh

I cry not over you but for you, for the loss
You lost your belief in yourself so long ago

You believe that you are a scarred entity 
This isn't true, you are beauty incarnate
It’s not your flesh but your mind and heart

I see those wounds of yours, though
They're always present in your mind

You can’t understand my gaze
My belief in your beauty and grace
You never will allow me to love you

I watch, I wait and I am glad I see your happiness
I know I have now lost my chance to be the one,
The one that holds your heart in his hands, 
Protected from all pain and anguish

But I take heart, you are in my life once more
In my words and in my thoughts... Happy once again.
I hope and I pray never to lose you again
To have lost you from my life would be a crime

I hope you never read this, 
or if you do that you cannot believe it’s you I write about
I believe this would hurt you more to read

One day, maybe you will let me hold you again…

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Strung Like Her Heart

She prowls the night like a feral beast
Her face a mask of pleasure

Yet with the strings of her heart she 
cannot let go

She tempts them into her web
feeding on their dispair

The strings of her corset so tight

As each one of them fails to enchant her
She shoots them down with evil glances

The strings they bind and constrict

She is beauty and not humble
She uses her gifts for her pleasure

Constriction, she loves the feel, the control

Each failed attempt spurs her on
She attacks, its all she can do

Her heart once broken is now repaired

She feels nothing but the pleasure in their 
pain
The solace of her being is too pure for 
even her

With strings she holds her heart closed

She enjoys the attention
Taking what she can and giving nothing 
back

Her heart, like her corset is strung tight
Warding off prying, unwanted intrusion

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Late Night Embrace

I walk these streets to my own beat

The beat of my heart, the breath of the night
Its cold air braces me, gives me strength
Gives me substance and being.

With each inward breath comes the cold
I feel it run through me, cooling my blood

I feel the clarity it brings
The feel of reality

I stare at the sky as I walk, 
Basking in the glow of the night
It cools my blood and warms my soul

The depth of the night
The silence of the night
The feeling of true peace
The Peace of being alone
And yet of the solidarity

It is the air I breath, the moon I embrace and the night in which I bask

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The Crimson and the Excuse

I feel the anger building,
Its here again, 
I can feel it, the darkness that consumes.

I fight its urges and yet I struggle in vain,
I know that I am the monster in the dark,
I know before long it'll consume us both.

I fight against it for your benefit,
And yet it is in my nature to hunt, 
To feed and to corrupt.

With each night I prowl,
I stalk the unworthy,
I watch them waste their lives.

Then I take it!

They chose to do nothing,
Or they chose to do too much,
I only chose their death.

I demand nothing from them,
At least nothing they are willing to share,
I am their judge jury and executioner.

I no longer stalk them, 
I strike using that inner hatred,
For all they are and I am not.

I leap forward and bite hard,
I take their life into me,
And I am fed their emptiness.

I consume them under the dark of night!

I am unhappy with my duty,
Although it is a needed duty,
I cull the herd that is unworthy

I remove those on the edges,
I take them to enrich the lives of others,
I take them to a new existence.

Unlife is a just word,
We are not dead and yet we cause death,
Ours is a poetic justice.

I feed on their hearts
So that I may live
So that I may continue my job

I am death incarnate!

I agree that we few,
We lucky few,
Be harmed by the sunlight

Sunlight is a life giver,
We cannot be with that existence,
We are shunned by its light.

We live in the light of the moon,
Its reflected light makes us glow,
Gives us the light for our hearts

As I feed on their hearts,
My heart is warmed my the moon,
And the stars make me soar.

I am a child of the night!

I embrace what I have become,
With the thoughts of a world without me,
I may be darkness but what is light without dark.

I give space to the deserving ones,
So that they can then cherish what is theirs,
So that they can prosper in that wake.

I feed and with a mouth full of life,
That life is from another,
No longer life but death.

With that crimson fluid comes emotion,
Mixed emotions so that we may live,
Will you forgive the crimson of me?

Will you judge the Vampire that strikes your heart?