Lilith Rose Reitenbach Poems

In Death we become our true selves.
Death is a Privelage not a punishment.
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Blood Lust is...
The need to kill
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Bloodless lips pressed upon cold flesh.
The black dirk of Hatred is pulled from
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The crescent moon
Hangs meaningless
In the night sky
A sighing breath
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I feel the anger
Seething, threating
I feel the rage
rush over the edge
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You left me
Without saying a word
You left me crying
Tears of blood
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Silvery wings
Red storm
Devil’s night
Satan’s Curse
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My love, you are
Safe in my arms
No need to cry
You're going to die
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You say I'm your Goddess
You say you'll kiss the
Ground that I walk
You say you'll always
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The day is dreary
As is my Heart
The sky is black
As is my Soul
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