Vampire Days

 

 

Mercury fumes

 

engulf us.

 

 

And Dark Veils

 

enclose us to

 

The Path.

 

 

A dimly set of fountains

 

and abstract things surround our

 

sense of self, ever more,

 

 lively;

lovely

 

till' it spills the innards

 

spread around us...

 

 

A new sky dances

 

into the hubris of moonlight.

 

 

And clouds zip by at

 

impossible speeds, titillating

 

the message inside us.

Our eyes glow kindred

 

Red.

into the noon's breeze;

 

as no temporal soul

 

can get in front our

 

gantlet of 

disproportions.

 We are, but conglomerates.

A New Notion.

Use your favorite concepts

as lotion...

For we come forth ready,

to take the tracks behind the

trail of crimson taste attached at.

A Forest burns its Shadow

 

when it's nigh time.

Scintillating

 

the vents of faces,

 

burnt a thousand years past us.

 

 

Adore the texture now; or try fast

to die a hero, nameless, but

instead of raining fulgur

why not raise the farm lands?

Each valley shines

 

as it sins, its pastimes,

every morning till' lunch time.

Then it's up to Eversore.

His remorse...

To murder.

Our way to Bright Times.

 

Again...

 

Along the trails of bloodshed

 

and countless decapitated

 

white horses.

 

 

The souls of Cairn,

 

vociferating their will,

dying to scratch us...

We are youth, evermore,

tainted.

Self-imposed into

 

The Apex Classes.

 

Above our

solvent dreams of nightie.

Crucify then.

Our pedestals to stale the

same chance to try to kill.

 

 

The Bird of Sand calls the shout time.

 

Devour its flight to keep it by side.

 

Angry enough to share the fright's sine.

 

 

But never enough,

to shun its  Sunlight .