Fiore: Number Two

Melodies of morals play down my fingertips
Like the keys of a piano
Meant to be used, manipulated
To whatever needs must be met.

Does it make me the bad guy
To fulfill the role of the heroine,
Or the villainness when
My sisters are unable to?

I can play any game I like
And I can change the situation
As quickly as a snap of my fingers.

My magic runs within the
Feminine humans of earth,
The strong willed, fiery ones
That are willing to fight for themselves,

And especially those who seek justice
Beyond themselves,
Selfless to a fault
But also know when to ask for help.

I am the chaos, the elements
That stir within your soul
And burn bright with every passion.

I am the neutrality of what is right
And what is wrong,
Wrapped in a blanket of magical
Esteem and grandeur.

My slim, vampire figure
May haunt the others
But for the misunderstood,
The strange, the different,

The otherworldly -
I can be your hope,
Your darkest secret.

Ziegwelder: Number One

Unbreakable, my shoulders carry on
And the battlefield plays out
Exactly as I'd hoped
Playing my strengths
Against your weaknesses

My sword always larger
And always swifter
Than the biggest blade of them all

I wonder if my liege, my sole friend
Carries on my wisdom still;
And when I've faded once and for all
Will I still be the strongest?

His gold still plays my fingertips
As our brotherhood lives on inside my head
But the purpose I long for eludes me;

Why am I still here?
I ask The Fates but they won't tell.
The amnesia made me wander for days,
And here I am now, before the lost others,
Wondering why we were born so soon?

The T-Shirt

I found it
The shirt that you left at my house
Many weeks ago
Before you left.

I know it's there, in my drawer
And I wonder -
No, I must not do it -
And my heart sinks a little lower

As I remember that when I see you next
You may want it back -
Or maybe if I don't say anything,
Anything at all, I can keep it for now?

Days go by where I haven't left
My velvet draped, barred bedroom
This tomb I have built for myself
To die within

And I hear your voice in my headphones
And I suddenly remember:
The shirt is here,
Within my reach.

And I force myself out of my bed
With such vigor as an undead
Can while being so
Hungry in this agonizing state of mind

I slip it on, feeling your protection
Wash over my once crawling skin,
Calming the waves
In this ravaged, torrential sea.

The chaos is over, until I smell it:
I smell you
Even after washing this shirt with
My own guilt stained laundry

And suddenly I'm in heaven again,
And smelling the collar is just
Not enough; It would
Never be enough to satiate this

Want, this need,
This disability to function without
Every inch of your mind,
Your soul, your soft yet firm demeanor

Stifling, drowning me until I
Can't feel myself anymore...
And I lift up the shirt from the
Bottom, to my face

Smothering you all over me
Until all I can breathe is you
And I can feel you wanting me too,
Just like we were before.

And maybe, just maybe, it's crazy
That a scent could do such
Terrible, selfish things to me.
But I know that next time I see you

I won't be able to stop the salivation
From your laugh, your smile, your wit,
Your silvery eyes that I could
Lose myself in for days.

Our marks still burn and I could
Smell you from hundreds of feet away,
The saliva filling my mouth and my
Teeth growing with desire.

And while I fill myself with all of you,
Your scent from this shirt you so
Carelessly left in my hands,
I haven't hurt you yet --

We are still more than just friends,
And the goodness of your heart is
Possessing me just as I possessed you
As you worshiped my body.

But in the end, when I finally finish
And there is no more scent left
And the moon is black
And the darkness fills my room,

I am once again alone
In this tomb I have built for myself to die in,
And I am so sure that you
Haven't missed me for a moment.

My hunger, my need for you
Isn't satiated at all
And I know it may never be again,
But we'll see, won't we?

The next time I see you
And I can't stop staring
Will you notice me struggling
To stay away from you, even for a second?

Will you remember the way I could
Barely resist the smell of your
Sweatshirt, your chest, your neck
Before we were even together?

Or will you simply ask me for
That shirt back,
Leaving me with nothing,
Not even hope, to hold onto?

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