Alucardsbloodlust

So. We are meeting again, You. You who still haunt my Every waking hour… To you I am to blame For this shell I call home. For whom I blame for this neglect, destitution. I am a man. I am a boy. I am a human. I am everything you Should have known You would leave me as. You who are so bitter So spiteful, you who would Break skin for the malevolence, For the colour; blood. And unto me you left this Learners scar, So you could be a poet. I am a poet, You are a fool. You are a child, you are The neglectful little malignance That is the abode of my every whim, You are the little malicious Greed that left me to thirst

The poet's story Oh, what a title. Beat it out, beat it out, Beat it out; The skin on the drum with Juicy, red intestines. Apathy apathy, Oh apathetical cry, The woe of a lifetime. Nonchalance, Is in your blood, The words you scream, Oh, Chant chant chant. Love love love And Lust lust lust! I'll write the poem of the story called love, He'll tap out the rhythm of the beat called lust All on your flesh. Oh, Liar liar liar Lie lie lie, Oh lie, lie liar until we are Unto whom we become. Ah, truth truth truth Truth, boy, repent. Hate hate, And I hate your name, Hate hate, Oh I am What I am. Oh, oh, oh, The poet's

So they tell me I will grow up And that with it I will get wiser, Oh so wiser Do I believe that, Really? I remember those nights where sleep would never come And I would go to sleep with sore wrists from the endless pages My hand scribbled by the tiny light of my lamp, And I would write, and write, and write. Now I sleep, and I wake and I work and I work. How can I be wiser if wisdom means inspiration is harder to come by? I wait till I'm older to be a better writer To find that with age I have become more and more distant From the pen and paper. Sure I got stories, And sure I got this fire all stoked and ready to burn That p

You And me we ought to run Get as far from here, just you and me We've got dreams, and they ain't so different. Just you. You and me. You and me. You remember those times, Yeah! the good times, just you and I And the dog, on those walks. How i loved that feeling, you and me and the dog around ankles... felt complete! And try as i might, (and i have tried) i could never make you understand how perfect the whole world (even if it stops) seems when im lying over you, you're in my arms and, God (!) You look  Beautiful But i doubt im the first to say that. Even if i mean it more than anyone you met 'cause no one see's you like

 The sun was setting. The orange stretched from the horizon like some golden, godly blanket, erasing the calm blue for its red effect, and eventually eve that would fade for yellow and white dots on a black, entrancing backdrop of moving satellites and shooting stars and otherworldly entities. The transition to this night-time eeriness, however was the blood red sun and decaying sky blue that ruled the, skies or at least until the sun disappeared and left the night time to its reign. The copse was all but empty but for the many limbed insects that kept the dead earth alive. The occasionally bug that would scrape the bare wooden body of a tr

Your pain bleeds from you And i hold it up like a dew drop to the sun And in its crystallized form it is thorny in my palm and fingers Trembling as they hold all that is unwantingly wrong. And your chest is throbbing with how i ripped it out And your in pain, and i can feel it now. And i can see the whole it has left, Because it made up who you are, And fed itself on who you could be. Till your passion was a black globe that had eaten itself, And eaten away your dreams. And in this hate-fed pain you became who you were. And here i am holding it up like some Bloodthirsty war lord, Fresh from victory. Like this is something to b

              So here it is again The same old blood in these veins                                                                                    The same smell of this flesh                   And I'm, once more, As ever,                                   Intertwined with who I was             And the same old lusts this flesh commands                                                          And the same old lust this flesh wants, The smell of that rancid act still lingers here,                                                                                It clings to my nostrils as i breathe it in, And then i remember,

Its almost as if i want to say 'you deserve someone so much better than me.' But then im scared you will consider my words, 'cause you'll see truth in the statement, Like im spitting it out like i was a snake with a tongue to taste the air, Not when all i taste is you. 'cause your all thats on my mind. And the thing, you know what, its the most awful thing. It really is bloody true. You do deserve someone better, someone to match your ferocity, and wit. Your passion and what you stand for. That isn't me, we have our  'in common with' moments, but are they that common? Are they as common as this person you deserve? Do you see me an

You know if i could i would take you away? I know were young, and we've hardly hit the shore line of our lives. But that aint gonna stop me, They say were too young to know love, And yet i know thats what this is, i cant place it, But i know it all the same. For nothing else could name it better. This towns a blight on both our lives, both our dreams, So why are we staying? If i could i would grab those keys, grab your hand and drive south. I don't know if you would stay with me, (god, i hope you would.) But we could live together, and its nothing but a fantasy, So we could have what we wanted (as long as we had each other) And w