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My heart explodes in place. |
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I have lost the race.
 Nepe · Wed May 18, 2005 @ 05:43pm · 0 Comments |
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It's strange, but I'm entangled in the web of Avalon Science Fiction. That, and Major Tom (Good ol' chap from space) are my only saviors.
Joy.
Nepe · Tue May 03, 2005 @ 05:36pm · 0 Comments |
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Poem for RemusLycanthe - The Lady and The Werewolf |
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Come, my child, out to me
Carnage, Hell, and blood you seek
Break from humans, no regrets
All of soul, you must forget
Lady silver calls my name
An old, silken, ancient dame
Beauty for those that don't see
Fury she unleashes in me
One more drink and I'll walk away
Become the beast until next day
For her I will give up the last
Of my sanity, for my weary past
A lady, through-and-through, I know
She beckons beyond the neon glow
It's high time that I leave this place
Before the Lady wins the race
She's rising, oh! What wonders, there,
Her ever-pearly surface bears
Bolting for the door, I cannot help but fear
Will she win this time? Will I be changing here?
Unable to think properly, I slam against the door
It flies off its hinges as the rain around it pours
Dark, dark, get to it, the trees look so far
Blood, blood, human blood, a face which I must mar
Go, terrible things await! my brain screams from the deep
If you do turn around and fight, your soul the Lady will keep
Panting. Screaming. Falling down.
My heart explodes in place.
Listening. Human voices. Growling.
I have lost the race.
Turning. Hunching. Bearing fangs.
Enemy, human, flesh.
Attack on an instinct
Food, caught best fresh.
Come, my child, out to me
Carnage, Hell, and blood you seek
Break from humans, no regrets
All of soul, you must forget
Nepe · Tue Mar 08, 2005 @ 05:55pm · 0 Comments |
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The ever-weary eyelids gasping ever for repose..
Recounting ever over every weary note it knows...
In the dreary, weary watches of the night!
Mm. Poetry thrills the gentle parts of my soul where dust has displaced decadence and a stark light has put out my beautiful dark.
If only to let my damned soul know that I have yet to die...
Nepe · Mon Jan 17, 2005 @ 11:08pm · 0 Comments |
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Another Christmas spent alone, another empty house, and a few naughty romance books for company.
I praise the day I received my electric blanket.
Nepe · Sat Dec 25, 2004 @ 11:51pm · 0 Comments |
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Gemmas an, gemmas an, gemmas an~ (Gemmas an!)~
Nepe · Sat Dec 04, 2004 @ 11:46pm · 0 Comments |
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