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duminică, 12 septembrie 2010

Bloodlust


Your bloodlust looks pierces my bare skin, protruding right through my flesh. The sweet blood pulsing through these thick blue veins. These thick blue veins beneath the soft skin of my wrist. You dragged your tongue up my arm, the warm, smooth breath burned my cold hands. But I wanted more. And you wanted what was below the skin. Pulsing through me, keeping me alive. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears; I could feel it beating beneath my fingertips. Bloodlust...
Let me feed on your blood. 'Cause you already have mine. The saline fragrance fills the air, while my vamped eyes struggle in the orbits to see through the dilated pupils of lust. I need it. I grasped your hand. Don't look at me. My teeth can't pierce through skin or flesh... But I push my needle right in your vein... I am stealing your blood, letting it slowly drip into my mouth. With every single drop, I feel your poisoned desire... With every single drop, you feel life being sucked away.
As you hold a rose in your soft palm, the petals brimming with life remind you of yourself. You're reminded of your own intentions by the thorns gracing inside. Hit me with your venom words. I moved my lips to your main artery, it was so close. Yet so far away. One bite and it'd all be mine. All that bloodlust... I couldn't live without it. It kept me alive.
Such a saline aroma pervades the air as your ghostly kisses delight my skin. Blood stil pours from your mark. Tell me, as these claws drawed your blood, how did it feel, for your damnation to succumb ?
So, as of now, in bloodied lust and frenzy, you whisper to me.
My eyes shiver immensely in their orbits. My breathing dulls to silence and then to nothing. My mouth hangs open in response to your fierce strangle, dragging along in my mind. My ears can't hear you clearly, yet a stream of frequency is percepted. These words echo in my head "I'm going to rip out your heart and show it to your dying eyes." Say it. Can you? Your hatred stripped me and left me naked. Whispers rang in my ears as I tried to hide.
Watching the droplets adorn it's leaf, forever staining it crimson. I see the raining blood running down your face, staining your arms... Your red-stained hands...With those warm long fingers you take my face in your hands. A rose bush flowers black, as the night through the red showers. Stain me with your blood. Let me bathe in your sweet, black roses scented blood. While crimson slivers make their way on delicate features, your eyes turn dead and depthless.
I reached up, to kiss your neck. I breathed in the delicious smell, and felt the blood pounding once again. I let my teeth graze against your neck, and my lips kissed your neck once more. I nibbled slightly, and I heard you breath out a moan. Your body pushed against mine. We both wanted the same thing.
'Your eyes... These eyes are begging for pain... For the pain of my bites' you said.
'This sweet pain wills me forward, you follow my shadow to the end, wanting to hold the memory in the light. One day it will fade to black.' I told your body drenched in scarlet hues that bait me by the way blood flows down your chest. The red stained eyes... my pupils can't help but focus on, creating double vision and a severe headache. You're back. Staring at the ceiling for eternity, I feel your lost, grey gaze.
That is how you became the beast with bloody desires that curse him. Lay your hauntingly human sins on me. You already have the throne of lies in the heart of this evil city. Doomed to be bound by the body caging him... Your flesh craved for me.
The mornings' bloody red fog lingers below the window. You hold your hand to the sky. The blood dripping on your face as you hold the thorny rose tight. As the sun begins to set, the rose begins to wither, its beauty crumpling with the day, its velvet petals wrinkling brown. I want to feel the light again, though I'm already dying.
He closed his eyes as his face vanished.
Even his peaceful smile deserted him.
His red torso that was given strength of a thousand men turned to ash.
The legs that rode along the streets and filled them with terror were gone.
Smoke and flames devoured the empty city as we turned to ashes.

Let me feed on your blood again.
I'll let you soak me in your bloodbath whenever you ask.
Copyright © Lex

Scris intr-un delir nebun, aproape absurd prin prisma unei minti insangerate de intunericul noptii, cu gust de sange dulce-amar.  
Drinking: Blood
Listening: Lamb of God - Blood Junkie
    Lamb of God - Vigil
Clint Mansell - Lux Aeterna
My Chemical Romance - Blood [in amintirea vremurilor ce au fost si nu se vor intoarce. Betie cantand 'Blood' cu accent rusesc:))]

vineri, 10 septembrie 2010

Smoke me and let me die.

I'm trembling... It's like a crazy tremble and it won't stop. His face finally stopped folowing me... Yet, I need it. After trying to get reed of the filth, of the sadness within my soul, trying to forget every shadow of the past flowing in smoke... I realized I can't. I don't want to. I still need him. I don't need the air filling my lungs like I need his cold, yet warm embrance. I'm shivering... Shivering like the wind... Whispers of dried, dead leaves falling. I am shivering in the shadow of my soul, that couldn't hide me from the world. My room is crashing me between its walls. Steam of hot tea with cherry fragrance... I went out, trying to stop this feeling of misery and pain. The morning dew and rain smell still lingers here. And while I walk on the streets of this dirty world, I am still shaking. The empty masks watch me while I shake like a junkie asking for his dose. I am asking for my dose. My teeth are clattering. Stop messing around with me, with the pieces of my soul. I need the smoke of BlackStone Cherry cigarettes.
- A BlackStone Cherry, please. Long.
Stop this. Why am I still a doll dancing in the strings of darkness? To late... I'm home and I'm lighting my cigarette. I don't need clothes. I am naked and smoke is all I need to clothe me. I need this smoke, taking your form, embracing me with its charred, cherry flavour. But this cigarette is tasteless. It lost the sweet flavour and its just the filthy nicotine rushing in my veins. I won't hide in my long scarf or fluffy blanket. No... I would just stain them with my bloodlust tears. I watch the calm smoke flowing in the air... I see you. I'm dying. I'm falling from this empty grey sky. This grey shaded sky that is almost pure white. Actually was... My glassy, smoke filled eyes can't feel the pure feeling of the morning dew anymore. They're dead, not radiant. I'm falling. And no one will catch me. I watch that shy woulds on my hands... The scars are scratched on my cord. You can cut the strings, yet they'll still hold me. This taste of smoke makes me choke 'till I relax and wait to die. But I won't. Am I scared?... No, I'm falling. I'm falling on the rusty leaves of autumn. Don't look at me. Why would you? While you're struggling for your life, I'm struggling to get away from mine. I will always remember your Marlboro lips and smokey sad grey-brown eyes. Or the way you smiled as you pressed your body against mine. Your body hazy, the outline smudged just like a mirage in the cold, white sun. Transparent lie... Liquid blue rushing through my body.
You were my life... And now you still are the silent silhouette in the fading light, in my fading memory... While the sky darkens like your old letters, a tear streams from my eyes. I digged into my face, creating ditches... So don't worry... It's just the sanity leaving me alone. Breath becomes quicker, with a saccadic rhytm, almost shallow. We were made of smoke. Smoke that billowed from his cigarette and wrapped itself around us, pouring its coldness dust over our lonely bodies. Smoke that kissed his lungs and burned his cheek, smoke that he swallowed whole, gray, whirling smoke. It filled his veins and empty places, like poison... Slowly making him die... A rotten flower, like a cryptorchid. One last smoke... aaaahh... filling my lungs with pain. Is it enough? And tears that come one after another. Sitting in stillnes, hearing a haunting melody... I'm a banshee mourning death. This smoke burns my flesh... Never ending agony, repetance of my sins. I inhale you, and I exhale myself.



There's something cold and blank behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In a miracle mile

"You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today today to run away"


A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself


Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls


A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself.



Mood: very depressed
Listening: Gustav Mahler - Quartet for Piano and Strings in A Minor
               Richard Wagner
               Evanescence - My Immortal
Drinking: Cherry and Jasmin Sencha [my speciality]
Eating: Blood
Breathing: Imaginary smoke
Fragrance: Davidoff - Cool Waters Woman [ca sa vezi...]
Watching: Old photos which I totally love.
         
Inspiratie fotografica de ora 10:00
Model: Myself, no make-up, not too many clothes:))
Copyright to Lex
                                                     
Scuzati-mi mirobolanta engleza. Scris in graba, cu maini tremurande. Nu m-ar mira sa fi scris cele mai mari tampenii. Inspiratie de moment.