Buried Dreams The Riddle
Those eyes, like pits of damnation.
Like orbs of black steel.
I stare into them and I am lost.
My mind screams for release panic, flight!!!
But my body does not respond.
I can not move.
His caress lingers on my face for a heartbeat
and then his fingers drift around my neck, so gentle.
They offer me no mercy.
Like a wolf he pounces,
his fangs rake across my throat and pierce my skin.
Why can I scream?
A blaze of heat: rapture.
He licks at my essence as it pours from my gullet,
then begins to suck.
I cling to him like a drowning sailor, like a lover.
My rock.
My fire.
My lust.
My senses spin into the night,
reaching out for solid ground.
I clutch at the lapel of his cloak.
If there is a heaven,
I pray I go there
If there is a hell,
I know I am there now.
I feel my life slipping away.
My eyes are burning,
I let out one last moan shooting out the darkness and pain,
I rise up, leaving my twisting and heaving body.
I feel my life slipping away, my eyes are burning,
having this torment my life blood will burn!!!
The last sand falls through the hourglass, it is calm here;
I am at peace.
This be death, the unmaking...
Heat!!!
Pain!!!
Confusion!!!
I smell bitterness, the cold fragrance wrenches my soul from its rest.
He holds his wrist toward me
Oozing life, its red gleam beckons to me.
I know but one thing:
I must drink to live.
Like an animal, I lunge.
Greedily I suck at his skin.
The hot liquor caresses my mouth.
I welcome to its warmth.
Nerves given up for dead return to painful vitality.
I try to scream.
The life flow continues unabated, filling me.
What have I become?
With a cry,
I grasp wildly for the sours of life.
It is gone.
I collapse to the floor.
The crash of broken glass resound somewhere nearby.
I am alone.
With the gift of life still heavy in my stomach,
I sink into the realm of nightmares.
The pain becomes ecstasy, such exquisite,
living agony.
We become one, as death!
