Words Unspoken
  by Legend

When we first met, it was too late.  
You thought it was the girl who drew me into your world, 
and perhaps it was.
But only until I saw you in the shadows,
eerily still.  
Your skin was the self-same shade
as the column that sheltered you.  
Only your eyes blazed with-- something.  
I stared at you for an instant, 
  a heartbeat, 
    a lifetime.
And I knew.  
I knew.

The first taste of your blood gave me a taste of your soul.
I wonder if you knew how much I saw then, 
even through the hunger.  
Aaah, the hunger. 
And the exquisite joy of your taste in my mouth,
overwhelming me.

It was too late.
I could see things I never knew; 
feel things I never dreamed.  
It frightened me.  
  *I* frightened me.  
    It frightens me still.

I am your slave!
And yet ... the act of creation 
binds you to me as surely as I'm part of you.  
You cannot ignore the pain I feel. 
My need burns in you.  
No matter how I struggle to be free of you, 
you will never escape me.
Perhaps that is the root of our trouble.

I write these words knowing 
you will never read them.  
I cannot tell you how I feel. 
It is too late. 
If I asked you to end it, 
I wonder ... could you?  
Could I ask you? 
Would you know why?

I write these words 
knowing you will never read them.

But you know.

March '99