Submissive Chaotic

by Eden   May 20, 2005


Blind fingers from a virgin mind probe my skin for newness. They crave the flavor or my sweetness.
Blind eyes that have never seen see what they never want to look away from. Flesh against flesh, the stickiness of blood no yet upon our satin sheets of rose.

Clever nails trace labyrinths across my spine as I settle in for disruption of another's soul...yes, so soothing my dark countenance is to his mediocrity.
My mind knows where his next turn shall take him...a never ending chase to find what we all want...love.

I cannot offer love to a mere man...what is this, that he thinks I love him just because I am laying down upon this bed with him...such an ignorant fool this one is...indeed.

Swing your head gently to the demonic whispers within your intuitive mind, my Child. Sift through the lies of every day so that you may come to be intimate with truth. Let me be who you are.
Let me make your actions vivid within the ceasing flickering light of others.

I take what I want from humanity.
I ring the bells of time and decide who of my pathetic servants goes where...who drinks water or wine...and the richest wine reserved for only the Key...such a divine thing, this Key. The freedom to us all.

Hear my invisible voice, All...
You sooth your souls with deceitful tricks.
You delude yourselves into thinking you are alone in your room at night, when in all actuality it is either me or another of my kind who is waiting within the cool shadows for your call.

Call to me and I shall answer.
Cling to me and I shall empower.
Bite me and I will share my ebony veins with your tongue.

Leave, and I shall pursue until you have perished and disappeared into a halo of the drifting sands of time.
Remember...it is I who hold your hourglass within the palm of my lavender hand.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jay27

    The layout of your poems is quite unique, it makes many of them seem like short horror stories. But the important thing I guess is that I read them all the way through still, not because I think you seem a nice person, not because I'm a particularly nice person, but simply because they are worth reading.