never after

08/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Three)

Rain sweeps in from the east
crashing into the dry earth
watering the waste known
as this city

I've been cowering from the sun
that burns its ugliness into my skin
patiently awaiting blessed nightfall
so that I may feed without concern

I've shut myself away from the world
so that they can't see the horror in
my eyes or the contortion that racks
my body from the lack of fresh, warm blood

I remember waking up to this never after
this life without you, I remember embracing
the spirits of the dead, only to become one

How I wish someone would fasten a stake
and drive it through my beat-less heart
or cast a silver bullet and put it into my brain
please rid me of this torment that surrounds me
and is me

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ruth]

Immense resignation and immersion within this love! To feel so numb and recognise the darkness as the self is to be liberated in some ways...brilliant piece once more..because it can be internal or horror...works well for both..I love your style :) xx

[Juliet]

This is excellent. I can really feel the anguish of how this change affected them. I love it. Powerful and vivid. :) Kudos

[Rene Velez]

interesting write and well penned, vivid....