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As promissed here is a new verson of the poem I posted. I put into consideration your thoughts. I understand that my views are often abstract in nature but I'm happy with the way I say things. I think it kinda forces one to take a step outside of the box or make the mind wonder into its own meaning. questions comments please ask/post. with that all being said enjoy.
The Succubus Within
Nov. 16th 2006 (edited on Feb.4th 2007)
I need the taste of blood once again.
My body is so weak and worn.
This thirst is no sin.
The succubus 'within' is torn.
Do not fear what you do not understand.
I dwell here with broken, bloody wings.
This dependence of mine unplanned.
I demand for the essence of man.
You do not see with forsaken eyes.
I am far from lamb and son.
My poems are not lies.
With forbidden hunger I can’t please anyone.
Being exposed to humans is so irritating.
It's like nobody but my kind sees.
Even a human's love becomes cloying.
Should I feel like a horrible creature?
What I am is pure corruption .
Wisdom has been this soul's teacher.
My cadaver takes on your many afflictions.
 ~Lilith_Lamia~ · Wed Jan 03, 2007 @ 01:09am · 0 Comments |
