Tuesday, August 14, 2012

My Vampire's Aura - a dark poem by Neil Benson


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My Vampire's Aura

My free will is gone;
your aura commands me.
You draw me each night,
to ecstasy and pain.

You show me your beauty,
but I know it's not real.
Your beautiful face
masks a soul so dark.

After the pleasure,
you draw my life's blood.
You keep me alive
til' you need me no more.

The weaker I become,
                                                         the greater your pleasure.
                                                        My time is not long,
                                                       lest you make me undead.

                                                          Your promises are hollow;
                                                            I am one of many.
                                                          Bodies strewn through time,
                                                        discarded like waste.

                                                           Tonight will be special.
                                                            I have a treat for you.
                                                           The bright, silver dagger,
                                                            I found in your dresser.

                                                          When you take me in your arms,
                                                         I will end your undead being.
                                                     My life is spent,
                                                        but others will be spared

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