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[title] => Blood Flower & Dark Hunter: Revenge
[time] => 2004-12-21 12:00:53
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[bodytext] => He whispers expressions of delirium and fear, Breath warm and inviting against my cheek, Though the flesh is like Death… Wreaking of decay, Last year’s occupant accompanying him, Surely an unwanted guest, Gaping with sightless eyes… The rats are ravenous, Gorging on the bellies of their brothers, Not knowing that there will soon be good meet to feed upon… I watch intently with insuppressible glee, His sheer recklessness, his anguish… A hidden shadow lurks nearby, Observing the torment process with much of the same joy I possess, Ready at any moment to assist me, Mon amant obscur, mon chasseur d'obscurité… He begs for my forgiveness, Shrieking at the top of his lungs, HAVE MERCY ON ME!! That voice, sending ice daggers down my spine, Roaring against the dripping catacombs that is now his perpetual confinement… Memories torrent over my head in one great wave, Drowning me, depriving me of all oxygen… Nightmares, recollections of HIM, the Monster, The disease that I must call father, The thing that is now in my control… Slave goes against Master, Revenge licks its lips, And Death lingers near, Waiting, ever so patiently, to knock and claim another useless life… Rage rupturing within, Spreading its blazing fire throughout my body, Making me tremble… I reveal myself, Out of the shadows, And into the moonlight… A poorly stifled scream escapes stealthily from his quivering lips, Stumbling up worn stairs, However, it dies before it could reach the door… He sags in his chair, The tightly bound ropes cutting through his pallid skin, Tears of despair roll down his cheeks, Forming a pool of salty sorrow between shoeless feet… Oh, how I have yearned for this day, How I have wanted for Him to cease living, His black heart to finally die, By my hands… The tables have turned.. I am no longer the puppet, My chains have been broken, I am ready to fly.. No, not yet…. Only by his death can I be free… He does not recognize me, His only daughter, His precious little girl… Misery has shown me how to survive, Rage has taught me well… Desperation, anguish, unbearable agony, This dagger that pierces so mercilessly… Blood is spilt, Though it is no longer mine… A cry of recklessness, Though not from my lips… A tear of sorrow, Though I do not weep… Feeding on his pain with much pleasure… Relishing the scarlet marks on his chest that I have inflicted… My precious Luna, she smiles up at me, The trill note has been played, And the Melodie is just beginning… “How do you feel now, Father?” He trembles, Face distorted as if by an inner pain… Ah, fear…delicious trepidation… Elegant fingers stroke his cheek… Flesh against flesh, A teasing caress… Moans are emitted from the mouth that named me Whore, Delving deeper into his lecherous thoughts, I see what he yearns for… He longs for his body against me, To feel me from the inside out… “Is that how you perceive me? Just another good ****?” The stench is unbearable, As I whisper these hateful words in his ear… Pants soaked with desire, Eyes glazed over with unbridled lust… “Do I appeal to you now, Daddy?” The dagger is laughing in my hand now, Its silver lips dripping with crimson taintedness… “Do I meet to your needs, your desires?!” A sea of blood at my feet, I am still not satisfied… He is not screaming, not shrieking for mercy… He is not doing anything, Just utter stillness, a disturbing silence flooding the chambers… Though, his eyes are still open, Gazing at the daughter he could never have, Gazing at the woman he would never own… [comments] => 6 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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