on the road

her eyes of dark flame,
snow white skin
hand in hand
red lips of passion
a soul who has cheated life
..
condemned to steal the souls of men
..
she is a wish
your every desire
dark wing will lift you unto the sky
the wing of her child were crushed and killed
..
dracula's powers could never compare..
she gave the meaning when you said she stole your heart
she gave you a life that could never be real
...
you drop your armour
moved in closer
the pulse on your neck seems to draw her nearer..
..
as your fantasy unfolds,
your soul caves in into a nothingness
..
succubus...

ashes to ashes , dust to dust

the very essence of night mares
the gift of darkness
freedom of silence
in an epic proportion of geurilla warfare
the puff of smoke from a triggered pistol
in flight with demons
the very essence of nightmares
the happiness of fear
as fire drips slowly
trapped forever in trance
the love surrounding you form up the labyrinth
within which the minotaurs of your own tortured soul ram
aimlessly ..
onyx black highlights surrounding the dull vermillion flames
so clear so defined
he will remain
forever

sweet sixteen.. taking plunge...

so come on
this day is yours
once and ever
glorious in the sun
dance and shout it out
confront your demons
and live your life free
this is time
just explode you radiance
colour your life
in red and blue and green and orange
..
just live
its your life
take the chance
roll the dice
gamble your worries down the billard table
...
and now , jokes aside
you are one
you are free...

of all wishes...this one's a curse

to all those whom this may concern:
and indifferent news of such.
one cannot lose touch
for the day after this,
the eleventh day of the eleventh month..
an honourary routine ,
marking my age...
my life has thus shortened by one year.
and yet i feel
as if i were dying right now
my faint pulse skips its eleventh beat
my lungs draw no air from my eleventh breath
and all those around me look at me and stare
a cold needle pricks my fragile hand..
i walk with him and his sickle..
so far
so long
into
the void.........

lady of hartz

prestige and honor could not compare
emotions gathered for this we swear...
harbored by the protection of others..

youth of thy fountain , follows thy spring.
autumn begins , edge of sixteen.
nations will bow , their heads in thy crowns.
gathering amidst the billowing clouds..

yesterday, she was but a needle in a hay field..
under pressure she fits into the family heirlooms...

in desperation the young prince searches but never finds
the love so strong had made him blind
binded by the iron shackles...
he risk his life of freedom to that of matrimony...
he lost his crown and all those around..
he has too flee from this wretched town
faster and faster they run and run.
until suddenly, she stops ..
stunned
shrapnel fell from high above plundering their lives now rested in dirt..
above them all a white rock had said here in lies the leader of dead...

cry out your joy (the immortal)

destroyed yet victorious..
his will dying off
his body slams down to the ground
grime on his forehead..
the scorching sun and hollow moons
..
he has to fight
for no one
not for his lover.
not for himself..
just fight
for the sake of fighting..
not to win..
but to make others lose..
..
he grips his stomach in one hand,
and weilds his blunted machete in the other.
he stands
the waves of unbearable torture..
..
each one not able to kill him..
..
he fights..
..
no more shame ..
no more lost love..
no more emotion..
his pupils dilate fully..
a soul-less being slaying away at mindless danger...
blunted
dulled
battered
crushed
bent
smashed

he stands up once more..
rips off his flawed armour
his perfect body unharmed..
an imagery of dorian grey.
he picks up the wooden stake he stabbed into the ground
plunges it into his chest cavity..
veridian larva gushes out...
his face turns a pale shade of cerulean..
his body floats away into the breeze as ashes...