Poetry

Torn

I grow empty lying here, weeping in the night.

Falling through such bitter silence,

My heart, blackened and bleeding.

A Lifetime of desire betrayed,

A tragic abysss,

I have been cast away;

Yet I long for you

And you're not here

And I am torn.

My soul,

Gone now,

Forever.

A Dark Gift

On this night of bloodshed,

All can here a song of sorrow,

As Lycans vent their destitude,

The immortal one wakens.

Evil shrouds her pale form,

Emanating everlating fear.

Her ebony hair cascades along pale and tragic shoulders,

Silently her crimson lips part slightly,

To taste the red tears that fall from the paling flesh beneath her.

On this night filled woth darkness,

I weep.

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This dark eternity,

Unbearable and meddening,

my scars, torn and my skin ashen,

Lungs scorched and bleeding.

Empty hours,

Slipping into centuries of lonliness,

My soul riddled with hate.

Slinking in the darkness,

I am your shadow.

I am your pain.

© S.C.Bally 2005

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