Frenzy

Oh, the ways I almost killed you,
My forbidden lust, my newest want,
My unsuspecting predator turning prey,
Mister Minimum Effort, man on my mind --

I held myself from grabbing your arm
To pull you closer and into me,
Pheromones pulling me into
Your stiff radius of sexual frustration.

Did I want to hold your hand?
No, but I wanted to smell your neck,
To kiss and taste it, to bring up your
Energy, desires before the final bite.

I wanted to feel your veins, your muscle tear
As my teeth bore witness
To the fate you had decided for yourself,
Your blood, lust, soul in my possession.

I wanted to touch your face, your chest, to play
With your fear, your guilty wide eyes as I
Asked you to hold me, but just so that
I could watch it leave as you collapsed.

I wanted to put my hand around your neck,
Your blood pumping into my fingers,
Terrified as I started gentle, then squeezed
A little harder and longer than I should have.

To see the light leave your eyes as I kissed you,
Forcing all of your essence through my tongue,
Turning your measly, cowardly blood into
Just a memory of being alive.

I wanted to tease you into bed with me,
To effortlessly slide you inside of me,
So that I knew you would finish the best way
For me to taste every drop of your life force.

Watching you collapse as I overworked every
Inch of your crumbling, mortal body
Under the weight of my thighs...
It never would have satisfied my hunger.

The Seven

Long forgotten in age we see monsters taller than the trees,
Seeking souls and blood and meat of those humans who had just arrived.
Be it hunger or be greed, the unwritten rite to hunt with such fangs and teeth,
Or be it forethought to start such a feast, lest they grow too numerous.
Primal fear soaked in most deep into our ancestors marrow,
Keeping close and constant watch for the monsters that would harrow.
Those who had the time on the days, where the sun rose high and bright,
Prayed to the creature who born them here for salvation most true and clear.

And on one feverish afternoon they finally received an answer.
A portal opened before the sun, like a moving slab of stone,
And they looked in such reverent horror as the sun become a back lit hole.
From this yawning portal came a pillar white hot with flame.
It came to rest quite soundlessly before the gathered crowd.
"To those whose burn as bright as I rest your hands upon me,
I shall awaken your hidden crystal eyes, and bestow the gift of Magic."
Seven brave stepped to the task, hands untouched by its fire.

And as they felt the unsung song they each knew of its power.
The Pillar vanished shortly after, as the sun returned to its true light,
And the Seven fought seven beasts in turn to prove this magic would bring delight.
So, the humans gained fangs of their own, of so many shapes and severity,
Driving their foes to deeper dark while they all the while caused calamity.
And so A new age was born from this, humanity bathed in hope.
But as such things go could it truly last?
ALL humans could do, was hope.

Itching Underneath

Ivory tusks trapped under skin
Aching and swelling within the rush
Bursting with yearn to feel the wind
Which envelopes the sundered, dead brush

Swaying my desire to be freed
As the skeletons of old bones spread
Gently under the depressed, old tree
Witness to my claw-marks seeking tread

My blood boiling, writhing, tingling nerves
Wishing for freedom from this cage
From these monstrous, clinging flesh curves
I once believed were beautiful

Without the pain and the hollowed heart
My soul, empty isolation
Happy becomes a moment of art
Of love, of divine emotion

Moves the ivory, the teeth and bone
To rest within the muscle walls
Scratching the innards no more alone
No more at all, the loved one calls

The swelling to calm and settle slow
Upon a midnight, eyes of sleep
His voice is heard once again, below
The depressed, old tree's kept from weep

One more time before the cold night ends
His light rays shine upon me some;
Thawing every touch the love would send
Beating fast, flesh has overcome

Dread of nightmare steals the sleep time
His voice rings clear to stall the fears
Wings keep safe as a blanket of lyme,
Stone to keep away streams of tears.

October

The wind as chilly as it blows
Cuts deep to the bone
Sharp and steely against my cheeks
Hair in every direction

Shadows follow right behind
Without the sun's light to cast
Grass and leaves crunching round
In time with my footsteps

No costume to show
Soft, fleece sweatshirt and blues
Boots as high as my friends
Tied hastily to be alone

The aura calls the soul
As if it belongs there
The dead whisper my name
Calling to the wandering heart

Tombstones hidden behind trees
Knocked over by disregard
Barely visible to the human eye
Gray and shining before me

Hard and cold, yet welcoming
My body rests on nature's dead
Eyes closed, ready to go
But somehow wanting to stay

Mist awakens the others
Eyes fly open, waiting for rain
Faces, transparent, white
Watching me watching them, smiling

Earthy, dying smells in the air
Beauty overtakes tears in my eyes
Forms of night alone before me
I am afraid, but only of the end

Damp and cold, never more warm
Darkness looming, warming me
Rain dripping through the trees
Reminding me of walking

I remember the sun, the sky
But the stars are so much prettier
And the moon so much wiser
Why would I ever leave?