Treasure Island

Peter Madden

(23/3/72 / Manchester)

A Vampires First Night


satin waves of dark oblivion,
wash over my fragile shattered form,
as i shelter in the tabernacle of night,
a piriah of the waking world,

i let the dark embrace me,
bestowing me with its unjugding kiss,
granting me those tenuous moments of solitude,
before hungers ravenous teeth,
consume all my reason,

rejected from this mortal life,
embraced to the bosom of hungers slaves,
a prisoner of my own unatural desires,
i've become a feral revenant, a beast,
the monster inside me made flesh,

so i await the sanctity of darkness,
that caresses me as if a lovers touch,
bringing sweet merciful respite,
from the conflict consuming me,
alone i wait in the gentle dark,
unable to face my demons,
hiding from my hunger...

Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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