Hope

Hope sure is a fickle friend. It raises you to unimaginable heights and let you fall to the ground in an instant without a warning. You fall, fall, fall and fall cursing yourself all the time for trusting hope. In my never ending existence hope had played the most gruesome role imaginable and the most enchanted. I do not blame hope for it is its nature, the way it was created just like me. Although it is treacherous, one things I've learned after all those years is that never abandon hope for it is your very essence.

I Am Your Night

The moon is my sun,
the night is my day
blood is my life
and you are my prey

I long for what I've lost
For that which can never be
I cloak the horror of what I am
and pray you never see

I shadow my gaze in your presence
and pray you may never be part
of the hunger that claws at my vitals
of the evil that blackens my heart

I look into your eyes
and find forgiveness there
and for a moment,
one brief sweet shining moment
I see an end to my despair

Your touch has rendered me helpless
your trust weakens the chains of the past
dare I believe in the love you offer
Have I found an end to this darkness at last?