A Gothic Romance

She steals my skin
and leaves me to fall apart
guts and all
like an opiate I am dependent
since she first bit me
now I am condemned to this damning hunger
bloodlust

Devil of the night
Twisted Queen of my virtue
does thou worship this crimson night?

I could fall in a pit of poison
and drink
but it still is not the sweetness
of your life
that you shared w/ me
to give me this gift

Now the wretched creature
I have become
waits in the shadow
the broken instrument
placed inbetween
me and inevitable death
fruitful gift


Average and insane
complacent in zen madness
that I once controlled
hidden amongst
the dead roses
decorating my empty home
left there
so many hundreds of years ago