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The vampire #2
Contributed by
HellRaiser
on
Thursday, 29th May 2008 @ 07:12:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I pity the naive souls
who have forced upon them
the tick tock of humanity;
or, otherwise put,
the truly caged animal;
however,
what you’re looking at now
is but an image
from a shattered mirror,
bestowing no true peace,
a background noise
forged from the mind,
keeping the true self
blurred.
Unyielding freedom
grows from the corps
of ex-humanity,
indicating you must
murder yourself
and flourish into
a singular mind,
breaking through
the perceptional cocoon,
giving birth
to unity and evolution.
A merged mind,
ripened and hung
with the self's three parts,
dissolved into clear
liquid, bringing
distorted images to focus,
thus making previous
fabrications
reality and truth.
With face torn
of it's skin,
reallocating
my identity,
I am awakened,
looking into
the night’s full moon,
with every crater
and mark different to
everyone who looks,
giving an idea of self.
Copyright ©
HellRaiser
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2008-05-29 07:12:27]
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Re: The vampire #2
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 29th May 2008 @ 07:27:33 AM AEST
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We did not know you were a real vampire. This startles us and we must conduct counsel with Jedi (not the Jedi Counsel...Jedi the vampire). He is the only vampire we know well enough. We know other vampires, but they are such snobs with the whole "I can't come see you during the day" thing. It's ridiculous they sleep during the day because they think that they are better than us. And that whole afraid of wooden steaks thing. One night we invited Troy the vampire (a real ass of a vampire) over for dinner. We asked him how he liked his steak. He said rare. So we served him a wooden steak. There are so many of us we can't afford to eat beef steaks so wooden steaks usually have to make up for it. He said "This is an insult". What we heard was "this isn't in salt". So we explained to him that it we always serve our steaks with garlic salt. He then stormed out and we haven't heard from him well until last night. he came to the door and asked if he could come in. We replied "we don't know can you?". The door was open, he never walked in. He just stood there playing this silly game of "can I come in" with us. We don't understand vampires. They are so annoying and pretenious. So with that in mind we are inviting you over for steak.
Until then we are going to call on our friend Jedi and ask him about you. Ask about this whole "tick tock of humanity". For we feel that humanity doesn't tick tock very well. Rather they more or less cukoo which is why we have a cuckoo clock.
The poem here is very dark and seasoned well in the mind of a vampire. Very imaginative but we are indeed looking forward to other editions of this vampire saga. For we feel we have only been introduced to the character. We want to know more about you the vampire. We want to go on a hunt with you. We want more than you looking upon your prey and emoting we want to feel the hurt. All in all young vampire type thing we enjoyed your work today. We are looking forward to more. And that is many eyes looking forward for we are many.
May you, the vampire, trip and fall tonight because you failed to realize your shoe laces were undied.
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