Who am I?

 

 

A Dagger For My Valentine

Two hearts one soul, 

Both black as coal, 

Love of the darkest desire, 

An all consuming fire, 

For a man the never feels,

Love is what kills,

She sees the dagger in the hand, 

Of the evil man,

A love that kills them slowly,

Consuming them wholly,

He raises the dagger,

As she stares in awe,

Then, slowly, he lets the dagger fall

Her screams erupt in his mind,

A smile for his sweet divine,

A last confession of love,

I’m sorry he whispers,

As she slowly whimpers,

She clutches his hand,

And says she says it was never the plan,

They say there goodbyes,

Then the evil man cries,

As the woman slowly dies,

They suffered a horrible fate,

Of love, loss, and hate,

A dagger for his valentine,

Now she remands forever mine.

 

After writing the poem that swirls in my mind I continue to draw small hearts on the side of the paper. I memories come back in a flood, a wicked smile plays out on my face. They had asked me what happened that fateful night, I had told them, and they had put me here. I wasn't crazy, but I wish I was. It would be better than the nightmares, the dreams, that haunt my slumber. They call me crazy, but I know of the things that haunt the night, the things that took away my soul, my will to live. The solitute of this place will make anyone go crazy. The peoples silent moans, the begging, the crying. They've all seen what I've seen, the horror, that is this world. If you knew, you wouldn't call us crazy, but very much sain. I wasn't always broken, lost. Once I was just like you, nieve to the world around me. I was in love. When your young, loves not love, its an addiction and thats exactly what happened to me. Beware of the things I will tell you, there not fake or made up, but of a world of death. In this world death is easier than life, death is given to those wearthy. Mercy is a weakness and pain...pleasurable. This is a world of vampires, and this is how I came to know of there existence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How we met..

When it started, I was no more thsn a child trying to find her way in the world. I guess I should start at the day we met, yes, that would be more...approperate. I was practally running my way through the college campus, running lat. Thats when I bumped into him. The electricity, the...temptation of his hand on my arm was undescribable. All he was doing was simply keeping me from falling, but somehow it was so much more. His heated glance made me look up, gasping as I look into his silver eyes. His blonde hair almost touched his eyelashes. His full lips curve into a cocky grin. He slowly, he licks his lips. Snapping me out of my trance, I push away from him and continue down the hallway. I still feel his icy eyes staring daggers into me. Maybe if I would of taken another route, it wouldnt have happened. Maybe if I was on time....Maybe he would of picked another victim, but somehow I knew I was his. I was always his. He had just picked that exact moment to make a appearance. 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 17.11.2013

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Just a little poem I wrote, nothing major.