Please forgive me, gentle one, for I cannot forgive myself.
I can never absolve the the pleading eyes, the terrified gasps,
the innocence I drink nightly, and the spilled drops of blood
mingling slowly with the rain water near the sidewalk
making roses in the gutter
if I could see my reflection, I would not know the man there
for he is not me, though he has my face, and I want nothing of him
that part of me is already dead, and the rest prays for death
but I am his slave, and cannot bend him to my will
all I can do is weep tears of blood, to mingle with yours
and make more roses in the gutter.
it was a rainy night like this, when she took me
her eyes beguiling, like mine did yours
luring me into a dark alleyway, for that kiss of Judas
that unimaginable horror and torment beyond damnation
of lava coursing though my veins, as though Hell itself were inside me
and as I lay face down in the puddle of filth, all I could see
were swirls of blood in the water, ever spreading
a garden of roses in the gutter.
A contest entry
- Give Me Goosebumps & Make My Skin Crawl by Touchof1der.
900 points, ended October 19, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Memoirs of...
... a back-alley vampire! Nice reflections on undead nostalgia, which may be the closest their soulless hearts can get to remorse. I enjoyed the "kiss of Judas", and have heard a referance, long ago, of his becoming a vampire (the first?) upon his mortal death.
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Ahhh... the protagonist definitely still has a soul to feel such emotions to the degree that they flow freely from this page. A savory piece that brings such images to the mind as to leave one in anticipation for a second helping. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you in the contest. Keep that quill handy dear poet!
♥ Touchof1der
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