Together

Blood drips from my ruby red lips,
I carry her within my arms.
Pale, weak, and dying,
she weakly utters: "Oh my love, drink from my blood."
I close my eyes, open my mouth, and sink my fangs
into her pearly white neck. She moans, then silence.

I carry her into the blinding darkness, into the silence.
A silent whisper escapes from her white lips.
She whispers inaudible words. I can see her growing fangs.
All color escapes her, as blood drips from her neck. She slowly dies in my arms
Through the darkness, I can hear the dripping..I can smell her blood.
I softly whisper to her: "There is nothing sweeter than dying."

After all, this is only the beginning. Dying.
I carefully lay her dead body into the darkness, into the silence.
Her white gown now a crimson red, a dark shade of blood.
I sit beside her body, gazing at her closed eyes, her white cheeks, her pale lips.
I touch her wrist, feeling no pulse in her ghostlike arms.
Still being able to taste her blood on my lips, her neck touching my fangs.

She opens her eyes, her pupils glow red, her teeth now fangs.
She rises to her feet, I can see her through the dark, through the dying.
I too rise to my feet as she welcomes me into her arms
I drowned my face into her chest, into the darkness, into the silence.
I look up at her face. So pale and smooth. A smile forms on her lips.
"We'll be together forever," she says. Her eyes glowing crimson as blood.

Two souls sharing the same body, within our veins run the same blood
She draws her face close to mine. Her lips touching mine. Her fangs
touching mine. She tastes of strawberry, her breath so sweet, so red are her lips.
I hold her within my arms. I want to be with her, through life, through dying.
She presses her lips once more to mine. We kiss, in the darkness, in the silence.
I can feel her skin touching mine. I feel like melting in her arms.

I don't want to leave her side. I don't want to leave her arms.
I suck in her scent. Her sweet, sweet scent. Sweeter than blood.
We stand together within each others' arms, in the darkness, in the silence.
Just the mere thought of her not in my arms cause me to feel a strong pang.
To be without her, is to be human feeling the bitter pain of dying.
I want her. Her crimson eyes, her ivory skin, her sweet lips

I release her from my arms, she smiles at me showing off her fangs.
I can still feel her lips pressing onto mine, her sweet blood on my tongue.
Drowning within each others' eyes. I feel happy, in the darkness, in the silence.

One

I saw you crying again today,
I approached you and said
that everything's going to be okay.

YOu looked at me, your eyes
filled with tears. You said
that you had enough, enough of lies.

You said that everything's not okay
and they will never be.
I just stood there...not knowing what to say.

Deep inside I was hurting.
Not knowing what to do.
Each tear that fell from your eyes left me dying.

Your eyes turned red from crying.
Your heart slowly breaking.
Slowly weakening, dying.

I could see the scars on your wrist
One cut for each night you were hurting.
SIlent agony ripped my heart, I don't want you like this.

I embraced you and tried to make
you feel that you're not alone.
That I am here, always will be for your sake.

I held your delicate face within my
hands wiping away the tears,
the sadness. Allowing pain to die.

I whispered to your ear
that I love you and will never leave you.
My heart beats only for you, my love, my dear.

You looked at me with hazel, brown eyes,
traces of fear lingered along your stares.
You wondered whether I'm telling lies.

I just smiled back at you.
Allowing my love to explain
that what I'm feeling was true.

You closed your eyes
and gently kissed me upon the lips.
Those sweet, red lips upon mine. Bliss.

I could feel your sweet breath
upon my face. Breathe me in.
They became my oxygen--your lips, your breath.

You opened your eyes and
we both allowed ourselves to drown within
each others gaze. I wished then that it'll never end.

Our fingers intertwined.
Our soul slowly became one.
My heart was yours, and your heart mine.

We just stood there.
Two individuals among the sea of faces...
Promises were made. Our lives we now share.

Broken

She sits in the darkness of the room crying...
Alone,
tired,
hurting...
Tears streaming down her
doll like face--
her tears mixing with the black mascara
she carefully applied in her eyes.
Making patches of black under her eyes...
Her tears, now black with mascara, stream
down her face, sliding down her cheeks,
kissing her scarlet lips....
one by one,
dropping down to the ground,
like priceless pearls...
The thick silence coating the
tangible darkness is slowly broken
by her melancholic sobs...
The darkness of her corner
slowly disappears as she is
lighted by the fading sunlight,
by the twilight,
and now by moonlight,
she weeps, a broken doll,
far beyond repair...
As her features are highlighted
by the silver light of the moon,
she lifts her hands and reaches towards
the open window...
She reaches for the stars,
for healing,
for someone who's not there,
for someone she loved...
The clouds gather up
and hides the moon.
She once again drowns
within the darkness,
her sobs turning to silent laughter.
Her sanity slowly evaporating.
Tears continued to pour down
her eyes.
The sounds of tears dropping
mixing with the melancholic laughter
she's producing...
And in this insanity,
she finds freedom....

The Fool

You held my hand in the past
until you found someone else better.
I can't blame you for what you've done,
you deserve someone better.

Now I see you together with him,
his eyes reflecting your perfect face.
His hands holding yours.
Your heart belonging to him, now and always.

My heart slowly erodes into pieces,
each time his name escapes your lips.
A melancholic smile forms on my face,
to hide away my heart that quietly weeps.

You think of me nothing more
than just a friend.
I think of you something more.
An angel, heaven sent.

An angel given to me by God,
but foolishly I didn't see
your true worth. Not until
you got hurt and left me.

When I try to look back
at those times you were there at my side.
At those times I left you crying, at those
times I left you hurting, breaking from the inside.

I placed my face within my palms,
and tears gushed out of my eyes.
I never thought I could hurt this way.
Your love for me disappeared before I even realized.

You hold his hands and allowed yourself
to drown within his eyes. For your soul
to be reflected within his deep, loving eyes.
I'm left here with my pain and sadness.
No longer a man, but just a broken hearted fool.

Cycle

Life starts with opening your eyes
and with the feeling of waking up from
a magical dream.
It starts with sitting in front of
the TV, watching Sesame Street all morning.
Eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner using your hands.
Making a mess and not cleaning it up.
Saying words only you can understand.
It starts with your heart fully alive, your soul radiant.

Life then enters school.
Finger paint and ABC's.
Where you'll learn that the Wolf
was always the villain, and how
Little Red Riding Hood and the
three little pigs escaped his evil clutches.
Where you will meet new friends.
Eating using proper utensils.
Where, during the cold nights of Halloween,
you'd put on your cowboy costume and
go door to door collecting candies.
And when December comes you'd
rush outside and play with the snow.
Lying on the soft, white blanket of snow.
Throwing imperfectly shaped snow balls.
It is when you believed in Santa Clause and
the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.
It continues with your heart alive, your soul innocent.

Life goes on. You continue to live.
Your sweet angelic voice disappears.
Your face slowly losing its roundness and softness.
This is when you have to go to High School.
This is when quadratic equations will be learned,
and you learn that we are not alone.
That somewhere, in this vast universe,
there is someone thinking that they are not alone.
This is when Santa Clause dies,
and the Tooth Fairy were actually your parents.
This is when you love all the girls you see
but telling each one of them your heart is only theirs.
This is when pimples and muscles and knowledge appear.
This is when your heart weakens, your soul losing its life.

High School and College will pass... and life goes on.
You will graduate and will become one of the
faceless individuals of society.
This is when you will work to be somebody,
to gain more money. You will work because
it is what adults do. It is how their
fathers lived and how their fathers' fathers lived.
You will wake up on a sunny morning and put on your
suit and tie and your polished shoes. Then you
will kiss your wife goodbye and drive your way
to your office. You will go home at night
and eat dinner together with your family.
Tell jokes, and laugh.
It ends with you going to bed and sleep, waiting
for the unending cycle to repeat itself once again.
This is when you tell your kids that
Santa is real, so is the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.
And your kids will believe you. Kids always believe.
This is when your heart dies and your soul becomes a stranger.

Life ends with you lying on bed
surrounded by your loved ones and
the people who thought themselves
as members of your loved ones.
It will end with you weak.
Your skin all wrinkled up
and your eyes going dim.
Your head will go bald and you will always go sick.
It will end with you and Death face to face.
It will end.
After your final breath of air you'll die.
You will open your eyes and be in a different place.
This is when your heart welcomes you back,
your soul becoming your friend.
This is when you go back to that magical dream.

The Trade

Hundreds of burning eyes
pierce through me like
spears set aflame.
Hundreds of pointing fingers
blame me, for the
failure that I am.

Hundreds of hurting words
were thrown at me like
stones willing to break the soul
Hundreds of hands grab me,
tearing away my skin,
leaving me naked, exposing my all.

I stayed in a corner,
curled up and scared.
I could see their faces surrounding
me. I stayed in my corner,
eyes closed, afraid. It was maddening.

They picked me up
with their blood, stained hands.
They blame me for their faults.
They carried me to the altar.
I was the sacrifice for their faults.

My hands were bound by
tight ropes, so were my legs.
My eyes remained closed.
I don't wanna see their faces,
and the huge, pillar of smoke that rose.

They stood there
surrounding me.
I tried to calm myself, I didn't want to see....
I recited the alphabets backward, silently.
They took the torch and lit me up, Z, Y, X, W, V...

I could smell the burning of flesh.
I could hear their laughter, their victory.
They were forgiven.
I could hear my voice, screaming from the pain.
But they were forgiven.