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  Inside the music of darkness,
  I can feel the lines of a decaying melody.

  I pull upon them,
  and with their power I animate my body.

  Without the breath of another,
  I am less then the parasite I pretend to be.

  So maybe with the hands of your touch,
  we can draw color on my colorless face.

  The price of blood is the price you pay,
  to hold onto this vampire in a sunless place.




 

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  • straighttalker gold member
    November 19

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    Truly Great!

    My God! Most people might be deceived by this "little" poem, but it's not about some silly vampire movie type, it's actually a truly amazing allegory of a sick unhealthy co-dependent relationship - and the imagery is so creative and amazing...for instance, "...we can draw color on my colorless face..."! And the closing lines are perfect, "The price of blood is the price you pay," I really enjoyed this poem. You are such a good writer...you are like a diamond in the rough, one with great value.