I bleed like a ghost, yes, and all the hungry come to stare,
To wait to see the death of a million stars
In the vacant corners of my mind - the gaping universe;
One more to wither down for me,
One more lit bright for them…
''There shall be no visitors tonight
And the heart will not be aching
For departures into the abysses of life'' -
I hear them whisper in the gloom of their choir
As all the seas turn knee deep and shy away.
''Who was this master of yours? Who was it
That left you like a bleeding parody for a vampire audience?
Should you not be clawing your way out, little trinket?
Clawing into retribution?'' -
How easy to say when you know how to feel...and despair!
''Let it be known that I have nested on this ground a thunderstorm.
A song more deviant then the marks of your imprints,
More delirious then your growling stomachs
And I have nothing to lose!'' – I growl.
More is left of me then they can tell… lethally more…
And I am NOT the victim tonight.
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Submission Name: ¤ Dementium ¤
