bet your life on it

12/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Nine)

The black sun rises like

a violent death ray

causing me to cower

in your illusory arms

boiling is the touch

of your memories 

melding into the

stages of my mind 

Out of the reaches

of a obsidian dawn

I lay,

 

roaming the wonders of my madness 

awaiting blessed nightfall

Spectral visions whisk me

speedily forward in time to 

shadowy dusk, sweet sunset...

When I awake blood will

stain the snow, you can

bet your life on it

Author's Note

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Oh that was great lol "I can't wait until the sun goes down so I can hunt and kill some more! I really love tasting your precious lovely delicate blood! I know I'm a little pyscho, but I need to sustain my life as well. Your life will have to be sacrficed. Oh well." Haha I loved this chapter. Thanks for sharing.

[Layla J Omorose]

This was pretty cool. I like the ending of it. The implication that death is waiting, a predator stalking its prey. Good work

[TL Boehm]

intense. Macabre. visceral. Well done.

[Jazique]

Wow your poems are always so interesting. You really show creative ideas that can leave themes such a love or sadness but, one that lures the minds of us into though of such illusive words that mystify us. Anyways wonderful descriptions and interesting poem as a well done as I really enjoyed this as you put emphasis on certain words.

[∂αʌ<..]

wow! interesting piece! :D

[Amila Jay]

Ouch! fantastic and very powerful:)

[Ruth]

Nothing more powerful than the image of blood on snow! What a rush! I am gonna love these! xoxo

[Kenneth The Poet]

You bet your life that I find this awesome.

Again, make this a book.

[BlueDreams]

A very touching and sad poem... A great write it is ...

[Rene Velez]

cool, dark, vamp-ish...