Waiting in Darkness
She sits alone in a dark room,
Staring blankly at the barren walls,
Mascara bleeds down her cheeks,
In rivulets,
Inking the table a murky black.
She cries because she is alone,
Holding a withered rose in her hand,
Her love gave to her so long ago,
Before he disappeared with a younger girl,
Off into the countryside,
Leaving her all alone in this mad house.
She waits here day by day,
For someone to love her,
But no one comes,
Her hair covers her face,
Dark red eyes peek from beneath,
Staring off into the dark corners.
Pale red lips that tremble,
Droplets of blood form at the corners,
Spilling down her chin,
Mixing with the oils of the mascara,
Forming an even darker shade of red.
Scars are amongst her wrists,
She tried to end this pain,
But the wounds would only close,
Her skin as pale as a ghost,
Rats are the only thing keeping her alive.
Always hiding in the darkness,
Never stepping into the light,
For fear of burning agony.
She was born this way,
A creature of the night,
Unloved by all,
Even her own mother and father,
Until one day she fell in love with a mortal.
She believe that he truly loved her,
They soon were wed.
A few months after, he met a younger girl,
So full of life and beauty,
So he left her here to rot in this coffin of a home,
With the rats and spider webs,
To keep her company.
She will wait for someone to heal her shattered heart
In the darkness she will wait,
Until the pain melts away,
And her body is finally released,
Released into the arms of her beloved.
And no longer live in this darkness that she must wallow in,
To live in the accursed light,
That she so dreams of,
When she drifts off to sleep,
At the rising of the sun.
Lost in the Darkness
He awakens to the sound of the brass alarm,
Sitting on the bedside table,
With it's constant rings,
Piercing through the darkened room,
Like a lone stray bullet,
Zipping through time and space.
A vague memory plagues his dreams,
But he's done so much to forget it,
But still it returns,
All the drugs he's done,
And all the times he was wasted,
The memory never dies.
A girl he once loved so many years ago,
Gone now, who knows where?
Probably off to her parent's home,
Or perhaps into her grave,
She was a lovely girl,
With fire-red eyes,
And long black flowing hair,
That seemed to fly behind her as she walked.
He met her one fateful night,
Deep in the woods where he used to go,
To escape from his everyday problems,
Beneath the glow of the full moon,
He instantly fell in love with her,
Even though he knew her truth,
That she was a vampire.
Soon after they were wed,
Many months passed,
One day he met a younger woman,
Of extraordinary beauty,
He instantly fell in love,
They were to be wed immediately,
He told his wife that they were divorced,
Left without a goodbye.
The only thing he left was a single violet rose,
That's all she had to remember him by,
He left her alone in that small cottage,
Deep in the thicket of the woods,
Where he built there home,
Where barely any sunlight could reach.
Now he lies in bed,
Beside the woman he calls his wife,
An overweight obnoxious pig of a woman,
Does nothing but bitch at him day after day,
Who smells of rotten turnips,
With greasy blonde hair,
And dark bags set under each eyelid.
She smells of smoke and alcohol,
And still he's with her,
He wishes that he could return to his first love,
But the place was lost so many years ago,
He has aged very much,
But she still remains the same,
Never aging a day.
He's just lost in this darkness,
And is afraid the end has come,
Picking up a razor from the bedside table,
He silently slices his throat,
The warm blood flows onto his chest,
In small rivers onto the dingy blankets wrapped around him,
The darkness seems to grow dimmer,
Silence fills the room, except for the pigs snores,
"Goodbye world" he mutters.
The last thing he sees is the face of his first love pricsilla,
Staring into his teary eyes,
Saying "I have been waiting for you John for so long,
You have finally returned to me",
A smile grows across his lips,
As his eyes close forever,
"I love you too Priscilla".
