by Shamar Mar 24, 2006
category :
Dark, fantasy /
dark, horror
I gazed down at her. She was perfect in her tender flesh, in her strength. Why was it not enough for her? She was beyond beautiful in her wild and weird way. Why would she want to be taken in any other manner, then with her fragile limbs tangled into mine? Staring at me with those glimmering eyes as she dies? She was almost too real. |
I loved it another hot poem keep them coming |
by Taylor
It was beatuiful in such a dark way. Haunting, really. I love how you include death into your work. The vampiric self-image interests me also. |