Gothic Dinner

***NOTE:*** READ THE POEM "Gothic Restaurant" BEFORE YOU READ THIS! the text was too long so i had to seperate it into 2 different poems. If u have not read the other poem yet then go back and read it before you read this one! ***thank you***

Inside your eyes are unveiled to all who seek
To steal your soul as the rest of you is blinded
And lost in this sea of madness all wrapped in black.
You see the bats fluttering through the cracked ceiling
And tiles of pentagrams litter the blood-stained floor.
Claws, fangs, scars and words try to tear you apart
But the only thing you feel piercing you are my eyes.
First thing you see is my deathly glare, now you know
You have lost hope of ever escaping this beautiful place.

Walk in hearing the music only known at funerals
Voices screaming in your head as you loose consciousness
Of all the reality you once lived for in the placid world
Welcome to a Gothic Dinner, where the main course is you.

My eyes no longer linger on you for the moment to my feast
They would never believe this blonde haired beauty was a beast
I pass through the isles as they glare my way, every eye
Following my footsteps as they reach out with their cries
One vampire licks its lips and sneers as I snarl back
A smile touches my lips as I inhale this beauty of darkness.

The waiters serve all our favorite food...raw of course.
The vampires drink the blood of wine out of silver-stained goblets
As the werewolves greedily rip away all the raw from their carcass.
Bats and black cats hiss our way saying they are better monsters than we
Wait till they see what I make my move on....
the innocence that once reflected me.

The music bursts into memories and pandemonium of song
All paws and claws get up to dance the Misery.
There you stand, so vulnerable I take my strike at your flesh
Biting I drag you by the neck into the dance and grab your hand
We dance to the steps of and intimate suicide as I guide this time.
We bump and mosh in the crowd, they call the deadly unusual.

Unknown and dark, the enigmas as the lead dancers start to howl
I bring forth the haunting howl, and all my friends follow in the chorus
The change comes swift and sure as I have always loved it
Before the dawn of time I have awaited for this moment of glory
In a blaze of anguish I groan in joy as my backbone crunches, breaking.
A Pelt of Black and Tail of Wolf sprout from my body as I smile deviously
On my chest is where I am marked with the sacred Pentagram of immortality
Dark and furry as the claws descend from the once pale hands of mine
Throwing you from my arms, I crash you to the floor. Eyes wide, you shriek
With the uttermost agony I laugh and watch then devour you as I howl!
I howl for you human, I howl for broken love that only a knife can replace!
I howl for all the sadness of the world that lives in my heart!
Let the searing pain your feel as they strip you to shreds be my revenge.

In this circle of blood I lick my paws clean.
After all the wolves have gotten the meat
We leave the pools of blood for the vampires
The cats watch in horror and run through the walls
To purr cruel words to the ghosts of what our sins have done.
Demons watch with grinning teeth of another soul being sold.
After the meal, let us gather round and praise to you, All Mighty Satin
The bats abandon this place in a hurry for fear of their own souls.
One spared tear of my own falls down over what remains of your body.
Of all the rage I had in me...there are still the memories of your heart
now our love lays bleeding on the floor in front of me...

This misery brings to me more anger and pain as I search for another victim
There in a corner it is spotted, by the windows draped in black they sit
Swept in the shadows I see the two Goths that did not join in our dinner
They kiss passionately under the dead mistletoe of Halloween, I scorn
My lip raises in a snarl as I lunge at them in the up most jealousy!
The vampires react seething, colliding with me.
Too many try to kill the other at the same time.
The couple victim in the corner screech in the greatest of terror
As they see my fangs sinking their sharp points into their hearts
But before I give the final blow to their minds, I let them see my eyes
There in the gaze of my vision they die, seeing the saddest thing on earth
My eyes, not my claws, are what killed these two gothic lovers
When they saw all I had regretted and lost, they too, became vengeful.
And so for our gothic lovers we eat their still pure and raw hearts
Which I have to admit, were just as tasty as my lover\\\\\\\'s own soul.

One more time, lets dance to the Misery, before we leave the Gothic restaurant
Howl with me, red eyed wolves and in the mist you will see blue eyes.
Mine, the only ones that were ever they go death follows.
Blindfolded once again...we all walk out again, till the next night
When we pick a new victim for our Gothic Dinner.
Watch as we step out of the shadows the crows fly high to hell....