bet your life on it

12/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Nine)

The black sun rises like

a violent death ray

causing me to cower

in your illusory arms

boiling is the touch

of your memories 

melding into the

stages of my mind 

Out of the reaches

of a obsidian dawn

I lay,

 

roaming the wonders of my madness 

awaiting blessed nightfall

Spectral visions whisk me

speedily forward in time to 

shadowy dusk, sweet sunset...

When I awake blood will

stain the snow, you can

bet your life on it

Author's Note

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Oh that was great lol "I can't wait until the sun goes down so I can hunt and kill some more! I really love tasting your precious lovely delicate blood! I know I'm a little pyscho, but I need to sustain my life as well. Your life will have to be sacrficed. Oh well." Haha I loved this chapter. Thanks for sharing.

[Arielle Ann]

Another intense piece....enriched with splendid vocabulary and the essence of darkness..I love the way you emphasize the implication your words want to convey by darkening and enlarging them...A sun thats :BLACK"...usually we describe it as crimson,magenta,blood red....awesome!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Powerful ending it seems like, depth and dark, nice write.

[Cassie Fraga]

hooked me from the start honey!! keept me on edge... I love your word play, you always take me into your words they are so dark yet soft... I LOVE IT!!!

[WritersSoul]

very intense, i liked it :) Great description of the blackness, sounds like my depression state O_O
Beth :3

[Seshat Nidaba]

I like your exploration of darkness, it had something of the vampire-pop-love of your generation, and those words in bigger fonts, they just exploded the senses. Vibrant and brilliant, your work is very living.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

i love the bloody references!

[Priscilla Sayers]

Um....... Dark and well written. Forgive me as I am not on my game today but you create a vivd image as always.

[tanaya]

This is awesome! I loved it!

[patricia]

loved the picture.
liked...roaming the wonders of my madness.
thought the last line was perfect for this.
nice one! thanks.

[Nobody.]

Sounds like a good time. The dark bullet that whizzes by; you never saw him coming or going; never knew how close to death you were. Luckily, he was in route to another target. Missed me by that much.

Love the warped images you've used. The abnormal psyche's twist on beauty, lust, goals. Really paints a picture of the skewed world of a psycho.

I'm picturing Daniel Day-O'Connor, dressed like Bill Cutting, ranting like Daniel Plainview, stumbling, knee-deep, through the snow, with a butcher knife in his hand......hungry for aggro...ready for blood flow...and I like it.