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| The glimmer within my eye, catches the calm grey sky; as the changing leaves fall about my unnoticed sorrows. The chill of expiring, only enhances the gloom. Scents of Winter's presence, surround my silent tomb; where my body plees for mother nature- to prolong dying. In sight, an eagle gazes upon me in flight; to rest his span, on my withering hand; forewarning this unescapable transformation |
| Strangers eyes; These strangers eyes, pierce through my temptatiion. Make a move without any contemplation? Is he only a man? No-one has touched? His beastly figure, with a child's embrace; the gruffness of his beautiful face; with a voice that pulls me unto the past- God tell me- How long will this attraction last? |
| In there vow of silence he dares to speak her name; "Come forth my dark goddess; Prepare your soul for pain." Staring wildy at the figure, drowned out by the blackened night; collapsed within his grasp, eyes closed from his vicious sight. The dark vampress of lust, devoted servant to the beast- obeys her high master; bellows a tourment to the deceased. Erotically speaking in her hig pitch monotone, wailing of the "cold days to come; and how one day he shall lie alone. Once a gallant warrior- blinded by his true maidens attraction- In suduction she now voices an answer meeting his satisfaction. "Your potent seed Lies awaiting in my womb; preperations for the day I shall carry your soul unto a tomb. A familiar arrogant smile overwhelmed his snide and haunting face; as he began to speak his last words. "Rightous vows to my soul and savior". Her still grasping tightly to each meaningful word he gave her- So long since it had been forgotten. He once had given her the moon, So beautiful as it dangled. In guilt, he turned his head away, and unleashing upon her a "Lover's strangle" |
| Loss of pigment on his skin; As white as Winter's breathe. Heart darker then Twighlights skies. Scarred with attension pleas- Immature lacerate lies. So grotesquely slim; hadn't eaten in over week. Filthy scum of vile waist, His potential was begginning to wreak. Faking reality in itself, covered up within another. Theatrical altercations, His idenity now being smothered. |
| I will loose everything I have ever know; To spend my dying days alone- Sacrifice the things most dear; just for THAT voice I long to hear.... I still hear the echo..... "Come with me" Too late? |
| Drew, thank you for being such a good Daddy and being there for Steele-especially when no-one else is there..Mom and Dad, a lot of sh*it SOOO much love!!!!!Richie you are such a great Uncle......Reuban, couldn't have made it without your crazy hick ass, and your wonderful family!!!And to all of them along the way...Toni, Jagger, Renee, Joe, Jimmy D., To the 5 outstanding friends that have split 4ever...Drew, Mike, Nikki, Rick and Matt. Oh yeh; Grandmoo and Grandpoo-Steele loves u!!! |