VampireProdigy

Winter brought the death of the poplar and the oak, leaves strewn across the bed of this forest, barren. I tried to wrap myself in memories to keep warm, but I ended up just slipping on envy hidden beneath black ice.

I took a sip of my drink. "Why do we do this?" "Because we can." "Because we can what?" He sneered. "Because we can see them coming from a mile away, Their heavy steps attracting every ravenous wolf in the area, Screaming 'Come dine in my halls and drink with me my own wine'." "So we eat them?" "Not eat, but consume, like you would the air or the sun. Every cloud and every rain drop and every last blade of grass. Every person, place or thing you've ever known, you've consumed." "I am the slayer of nouns." "More than that." I sighed. "You scare me." "You can't be scared of your own shadow." He smiled. "Do you trust me?"

Aged bark crumbles, A tree is torn from the ground. The forest cries and I watch, My hand down my pants; A grin on my face. When the world burns, I'll be knee deep in gasoline, Praying for clean rains to be my salvation From waves of fire and pain. There is no end. Only a beginning to this madness. Like bamboo under finger nails And a fillet knife between skin and muscle, Our pain is the only biting constant In our toothless world. We're too young for violence Even though we're killers. And we're too pure for lies Though we're a sea of sinners. I'm waiting for a great flood. If I get lucky, I'll be washed away.

We could be stunning, Strangled masses slumped over On the cold, emotionless floor. Our throats quivering, Eyes a flutter, Chests taut as we are denied. No air should pass these lips As long as those hands rest Wrapped around our neck.

When it rains it pours buckets of cold water That align perfectly with the top of your head. They’ll collide with a splash, hiding the tears And the snot and the pain until you can wipe it away. You’re caught in this downpour and you mourn it Because to you a bad day is the worst day And there’s no getting better after being pelted. You’re swimming in an ocean of endless feelings. None so morose as what you’re feeling now, These feelings that complete the sea you swim through. Just as you step out the window of this sinking ship, A light leaks in to share some semblance of understanding. “I care for

When your body is like a cashmere rug, Expensive and well worked and perfectly kept But you are simply there to be walked on. My worn away heels leave you tattered, My feet sinking into comfortable soles While you can only absorb the shock. I would kiss you but my lips are too far away And I’m too proud to kneel down and face you. I’m too full of sin to take your hand and forgive you. With your perfect eyes and your nice smile, And the way you always seemed to bring me down To your level because like all things beneath me, You wanted my attention. I just keep walking, treading on you And your satisfied arrogance. Ho