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[aid] => mick
[title] => Claudia
[time] => 2007-10-09 02:13:31
[hometext] => This is a black metal love song I wrote. The beggining quotes are from 'Interview with a Vampire' by Anne Rice
[bodytext] => (Female laughter) “Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold; Her skin was as white as leprosy. The night-mare Life-in-death was she, Who thick’s man’s blood with cold”. [female voice] “Let the flesh instruct the mind”. CLAU-DI-A As long as the moon doth rise again; Feel the pulse of the blood-red sea. Whilst our hearts, our minds, be lost in vain, Our love shall last for eternity. The sweet sensation, Blood deprivation, Cured with our god-lent grace. Your skin it shines Through the wind swept pines, Like an angel rent upon the foul earth face. CLAU-DI-A A night stalker, Ebon nether knocker; Birth to the world of night. Faint words calling; Your voice volume falling; Lost to the foul white light. Your wings they spread full of dark red dread; The death that we all await. Each mortal born is a life forlorn, To kiss the final somber gate. Your touch is like coldest ice, Torn from Pluto’s skin. But to me it lights a flame inside That burns away the pain. Your breath like a winter breeze, Caught on the eastern wind, Temps my body; a distant tease, With memories of how we sinned. CLAU-DI-A A night stalker, Ebon nether knocker; Birth to the world of night. Faint words calling; Your voice volume falling; Lost to the foul white light. Fair Miss Lioncourt To procreate a farce most silent; Where shared disdain for each other’s bane Is lost in time’s last serenade, And caught amidst a storm most violent. Though your body remain both calm and young, A sharpness grows deep inside your tongue. Your words cut deep with ripe replete And pour forth rivers of succubae splendor. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 13 [informant] => gravehorn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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