How To Persecute Me

tie me up in a tree
hang my noose tight
sharpen my guillotine
see the window of death
yet it wouldn't kill me

dismember me piece by piece
flay me to bleed
flog my body to waste
smell the stench of death
yet it wouldn't slay me

why go for the kill
when you can go for the pain
push me away from you
condemn me into exile
and my soul dies beneath your hateful stare

A Girl Scorned

Remorse was building
Ready to shout blame
Through my lips
Screaming
Anger was hovering
Poised to shoot arrows
Through my eyes
Scheming
Hatred was abound
Pulsating itself
Through my veins
Conniving
Madness was flared
About to overtake
Through my entirety
Threatening

My Vampire Lestat

Do you know Lestat?
He was a vampire
Once mine
He had eyes
That was filled
With a burning desire
For love unconditional
He had lips
That was blood-red
Unmoving and untouched
By words of warmth
He had a face
That was etched
Skillfully and deftly
In cold splendor
He had arms
That could either
Solicit life’s comfort
Or usher you to death’s door
He has traversed
Leisurely traipsed
To the heights of bliss
And to the jagged desolation
He has opened
Before my feet
A path to lightness
Another leading to darkness
I chose darkness, his abode
Just as he stepped out
To the blinding sun
Leaving his burned ashes behind