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[sid] => 64797
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Suicide Night Part three
[time] => 2004-09-22 21:24:37
[hometext] => This is the third part of my Suicide Night poems but i am not sure if it will be the last its up to you my readers so please post your coments
[bodytext] => I told him I did not care, he could let me see and I would not be scared Then he turned his head to face me and there were his eyes still glowing red His face was stained and blood dripped from his fangs onto his chin then to the ground I reached into my pocket into my pocket and pulled out a bandanna to clean the blood off I so wanted to kiss him our faces were drawn to each other as if magnetic We both laughed a bit as if he wanted the same as I and we kissed just after He shut his eyes and then I shut mine and tried to see if I could think I could not I was so taken over by him, and his kiss just filled my head Our lips parted and I slowly opened my eyes and took into mind the splendor of his face His eyes had calmed and the glow had ceased, pierced my soul and made a link I then felt him kiss my neck and puncture me it made me feel so alive and dare I say It felt blissful and did not hurt at all, as I felt my self-die. He was turning me. He held me in his arms and we were levitated I felt the world move as if it moved for us Inside my self I felt a change and from my back wings sprouted out all the way This dark light shown out from my eyes and mouth filling the atmosphere I could now feel the extremes of everything, touch, taste, smell, see, love I felt this sharp pain as wings sprouted from my back while I was still in air He had not let go of me until then when I could carry my self I was his queen and he my king together we would tear apart the nighttime sky However, my transformation was not complete. He said I had to make my first kill I thought nothing of it I guess with this new form of mine came new instincts I had to survive and to do so I had to kill and kill and kill for as long as I had too With my wings spread out behind me I flew down to the ground and I just Stood there looking at my hands and how my nails became very sharp I took one and slit my wrist it healed and was as if nothing had happed I was a killer and did not care what or whose blood I had to drink as long as it was alive Then I went and found a puddle of water to look at my reflection I had changed on the outside more than I thought I had I had learned to control my wings as if I had always had them I covered my self with them and then spread a wing out to the side of me like a cape A black, long, and beautiful cape that I could do anything I wanted with I felt my skin turn and turned silk frail my hair lengthened and darkened In addition, my eyes had changed as well they looked like dark blue marble I also had this new hunger a thirst and knew what I wanted and how to get it He told me he knew where I could feed and feed well this night He took my hands and we flew away to stalk our pray for he too was hungry It was not long before we came upon a perfect place and a perfect meal We saw you my prey from high above and we began to covet you We followed you for hours till we thought the time was right Till you were alone and then we swooped down upon you to feast upon your blood And so we did I came first alone as he watched from afar watching me with eager eyes I came to kill you but saw this look of emptiness in you eyes and it reminded me of me You did not care if you lived or died so I wanted to tell you my story and why I do this “Please take my life I do not want it anymore” “I would rather you did it over any death” But I will tell you what he told me when I went to end my life and he saved it Don’t kill yourself give yourself to me and live by my side for all eternity “I can’t I wont let your life end in waste I want you to be mine and live high above this place” “I will turn you and you will be like me” “Like us darling like us” “yes my love like us so much like us” “Hurry Now you must feed and I will turn this mortal if you want” This will not hurt you not one bit” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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