Post by kasius on Oct 2, 2009 22:57:48 GMT -5
"The world is thy cage,
it's bars cold and dry
Only for me to sit
await
to weep in woe
only to
transform
and
grow
into a
b e a s t
These scars and brusies,
from my tormenting past
only burn and sting -
to remind me,
to conflict pain upon me
to feel it's warmth
only to be described as
"an flaming inferni"
[. A minor passage from my real life poem "Vampire Infection" .]
it's bars cold and dry
Only for me to sit
await
to weep in woe
only to
transform
and
grow
into a
b e a s t
These scars and brusies,
from my tormenting past
only burn and sting -
to remind me,
to conflict pain upon me
to feel it's warmth
only to be described as
"an flaming inferni"
[. A minor passage from my real life poem "Vampire Infection" .]
Silence, nothing - no taps nor slaps, nothing to be heard - only the mere silence of the Ballroom. No humanoid figures, nor animals in sight. Only to see the pearly tiled floor of the ballroom, and the giant chandeliers' blooming candle's light the room, as if to encounter heaven's glory and angelic glow. The windows' doors drawn shut, so that no sunlight could enter - even though it was still uncertain if sun was even out.
An melody emerged, the sharp and lovely sound of an violin, it flourished within the large room - no echo nor error - only a lovely melody. The melody turned sharp, quick and hasty, soon within seconds the powerful vocals of a women emerged, singing an unknown opera - yet no where to be seen. The melody grew louder, the sound grew stronger - the vocals became more dark.
"Oh, thou voice - my dearest, let thy opera escape your lips, let it's notes flourish strong, let it be carved into the minds of all beings,"
A man emerged, his hair snow white, in a pony tail - tied up by an magenta ribbon. His skin glowed like the moon, his lips an faint plum and his eyes sunk in and circled by a deep indigo shade. He wore a pink floral dress shirt, with a steel vest ontop of it. A neck tie was wrapped around the colloar of his shirt, and tucked into the vest - it's pure black stood out, yet matched his clothing. Over those clothes, he wore a thin gray tailored jacket. His eyes flashed like gems, the magenta coloured flickering like flames. His nails long, and to a point. Their colour a faded onyx, and they shined when in the light.
"Saa . . " he muttered, his lips parting some, only to reveal his white fangs. He raised his hand, flicking his wrist - and with a scratch of the violin, the melody changed into a deep opera singer, her voice depressed, and a piano and violin sounding in the backround.
Looking around the room, only to notice women, men and children, standing in black - or was this a mere pathetic trick only to be played on his mind by himself. Indeed tis was a trick, only to see that these people were only statues. The violin hissed, and went lower in sound. His thoughts raced through his head, only to hear few words though - "failure, taint, infect, thirst, apathy, agony, melancholy,".
Moving his legs, he almost floated across the tiles, his ears now being attacked by whispers. His legs brought him to an chair, his eyes now sealing shut. The faint whispers grew louder, they grew more vivid and dark. Memories of his massive past floating into sight - his infection, his thirsting complexion, his murders and killing of
"Elegance . . "
He snapped his fingers, only for a strangely pale man to emerge, to hand him a glass - filled with an livid crimson liquid. The man disappeared, no trace to be found. Kasius sighed, his eyes burning with hate. His lips latched onto the surface of the glass, to slowly drink the warm liquid. The warmth heating his cold, dry throat. His thirst quenched, he sighed. His mind silent now - nothing to be heard nor felt. A violet liquid seeped down from his eyelid, only to wipe it away with a flick of his index finger.
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