Pandora

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Pandora

Poetry of Darkness

Fynn... Wolf, lover, friend.. The one man that knows more about me then most.
He is and always will be cherished. There is a certain understanding that comes with time. The blending of one's life, it is a bond. It goes beyond words, a certain knowledge that never needs to be spoken. Though it may falter at times lurking in the depths of shadows never to be broken completely.

How times have changed.....Like a grain of sand held within the palm of your hand. It is picked up and carried away, adrift to somewhere new. I knew the time would come, attention falter's and can't be kept through eternity. Patience is that, what we are supposed to have the undead. Somewhere, someone made a mistake with that. After two hundred years patience is not a virtue, it is not a necessity in my life. My patience are given to few I grow tired as does my heart. It is that our soul is damned as well as that beating flesh that sparks life in many. It is only to fill it with an abundance that we so crave like any other creature.. to have something true...

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Sweet Beautiful.. Jeremy......There is now sunshine in my life. The color of the ocean held in his eyes. The sight of the sun rising over the earth, in but a smile. I now get to see it. Every night I am blessed within my dark world to capture it. Have it fill my soul, if I have such and enlighten my heart. Slowly he rides within the beat of my heart growing ever stronger for him. My imprinting beauty of life ..my something true.

Where do you begin
When so many faces have passed through your life
An immortal one at that
It is forever a life of change
At times fulfilling and yet lonely
Faces come and go
Other's simply blend together
Few are cherished!

Another chapter of my life has come to pass....What I thought to be real was lost in illusion of heart and mind. I leave behind one, my heart. Which now lays vulnerable stripped away of everything.Vitae seeps through it yet it pumps no more of what use to fill it's chambers. The mirror image of the beautiful one's coursing beat. That would enrage my heart to pound with his left behind. So, yet another page of this book has turned with time.Where I shall go from here is even unknown to me. Perhaps the wind will guide me upon the velvet shore of night.It so saddens me in my life of Devils dream's that love is so lost.Though hasn't it alway been in this life so damned of darkness. My angel of the night solace and love, I shall miss your endearing hold,of spanned wing's and mocking welcome.

The entries upon the sheets of a leather bound book. Passions, thought's and those that are dear

Angels Wing...Once more I have found her my solace. My statue of sanity, how she smiles at me now. As if she knew all along that I would return to her. She most likely knew where my heart was as well. If she was able to speak she could whisper his name a million times as I have to her.... Jeremy

The emotions and personal thought's that plague a dark angel

The thought's that are held upon a sheet of paper

Changes...I have left those behind me that use to mean so many thing's to me. Or did they? The rapid changes of death in life. Yes, you are reading right not life in death. For all life is for me is death a valley of ever bathing blood. My past has caught up to me. Nubian God in all his glory. Me the voodoo doll in his world. The rare flare of an artist. A rose within many thorns waiting to be lifted and nourished. It is white in color yet bleeds to be red. Beauty that belongs in the arms of the beautiful.