The Ritual
commit to the ritual of breathing
like a just born child
who joins the mortal race
you commit to the ritual
the ritual of feeding
death in life
life in death
one of the immortal race
bloodlust driven
like a newborn babe
sucking for its mother's milk
you suck for the blood
of every mortal lover
for one second of ecstacy
you kill
Heavily inspired by Anne Rice's Vampire Chonicles
our disease
there is a disease running rampant
through the whole mortal race
there is a sickness within
eating our souls
we can no longer tell
what is good or what is evil
is there no cure for our indifference
other than death
Also inspired by The Vampire Chronicles
prayer to the queen of the damned
virgin apparition
give us peace
destroy this savage garden
bring us eden
castrate us
so we cannot rape
bring down your angels upon us
to damn our whole worthless race
rip out our stomachs
so we cannot starve or glut ourselves
wage your divine war on us
so we will all die
steal our minds
so we cannot plot against each other
cut off our arms and legs
so we cannot wage war
strip us of our skin
so we will all be the same color
take our hearts
so we do not want or lust
cut out our tongues
so we cannot curse or slander
who would be our savior?
one innocent?
we would corrupt them
queen of the damned
purify this whole mortal race
with your fire
Also, obviously, inspired by events in one of The Vampire Chronicles. I went through a phase in which I hated humans, though I understood very well I was one. I just found life intolerable. Menatal illness, I guess.
for the vampire lestat
i know your name
i know what you are
i love you for it
you are good at being evil
take my life
love me then make me your own
i can't go on wondering
and living by rules
kill me
i know you can do it
cut me open
and empty me
i could not kill you
even if i wanted to
you deserve to live
much more than i do
i am useless
i am empty
fill me
as only you can
Again, inspired by a character in The Vampire Chronicles. Kinda disturbing sentiment really.
Death plee
Help me
Free me
Pull me from within the mortal shell
K ill me
H elp me
Draw me out from this miserable form
Release me
Kill me
Free me from this decaying body
Looking back, I feel like I am reading some weird gnostic suicide cult gibberish. I was a truely distressed youth. The lines are capitalized for some reason.
My Endless Death
Death has lifted the Darkness
from my soul.
So long, I lived longing to meet her,
now, I have and I am happier.
I've left my sheltering dreams;
I've left my my illusion;
I've left the nightmare of reality.
All is sweeter now.
Death, and I in her velvet white arms,
her silkedn black hair and wings like Isis.
Her eyes invite me,
dark pools that draw me in.
A kiss before I go.
Black kiss of Death on my neck,
and I enter into bliss.
The above poem is in some part infuened by the Sandman character Death. This is evidenced by a few lines, particularly use of 'Endless' in the title and the black mark her kiss leaves, and that Death may be female. However, the poem is about as equally inspired by Zerachiel, who is the Angel of Death in the Empty World universe (see below).
The Mortal Worm
An angel I an not
No preternatural being am I.
No anthropomorphic personification
Just a miserable human.
I'm a lowly wretch.
I'm thrown in with their mediocrity and ignorance.
I can't escape.
I can't aspire to be other than what I am.
I'm an arrogant worm.
I'm a blight on creation
I'm a member of the race of man
I'm trapped.
a wandering soul forced to live out a lifetime
in a mortal shell.
I am a tiresome creature.
A stubborn animal.
I can't learn from mymistakes, because
I refuse to accept them.
I am nothing.
Just a human.
More hating on mankind. I really expect the Inquisition any moment. (I know, no one expects them.) Maybe I was a Cathar Perfecti in a past life. I do find it amusing I used the word 'lowly' in a poem with 'worm' in the title. Big on Richard Scary as a child.
Pride-sin Lament
Let me out!
Oh, please, let me out!
What did I do?
To deserve this?
To be thrown down in the slime.
Cursed to live in decay.
Oh, please free me!
I'm sorry, so sorry.
Whatever I did so unknowingly.
I'm sorry.
I beg you.
Show me mercy.
I do not deserve this.
I know I do not belong here.
I do not deserve to live this way
In mortal torture.
It's not pride!
I was so pure!
I was pure before the world corrupted me.
I used to be something;.
Now I'm nothing.
Down in the dirt.
Down in the clay
I can not rise above it.
This body chains me down.
This form with eyes and ear, a nose,
a mouth and feelings distorts everything.
Let me out!
Oh, God, let me out!
One again, some kind of angsty, self-hating, gnostic-like death-wish sentiment. Also, a plea of a fallen angel, perhaps.
Denial
I hate you!
I disown you.
All of you.
My mortal family.
My partners in shame.
I've torn of my human skin.
I've stood naked before God.
It wasn't total self-hate.
No!
It was total pity
pity on you.
You will never be like me.
I can say it now without any pride
or I can say it angrily.
I am not one of you
So, more of those hating being a cursed human and such.
I've just decided
I revel in the savage garen
Knowing I am no longer human.
There isn't a name yet for what I am
I am the first.
I am not lonely.
I was before, lonlier in the crowd
Than I am now.
I've just decided.
I've decided to never look back.
There are shades of The Vampire Chronicles in this one. 'The Savage Garden' is something Lestat likes to talk about. It's almost happy, I think.