vladnkat Poetry (3)

Kiss kiss
slowly i glide down he wall
as your knife pierces my heart
and once again
all goes cold

the bane of my very existance
has been what has kept me here
a love that brought me to life
has ripped mine away

many years have past
since the betrayal from a lovers hand
many moons arise
and yet you never return

laying motionless in the crypt
that you left me
staring into the night
watching
waiting
I yell out for you
but your scent has been long gone
picked up by another
and carried out into the world
though i feel that i dont belong

many years have supressed my pain
but it never goes away
the knife still pains me
your eyes haunt my dreams
your shadow follows me
lurking
changing
memories into nightmares

when does the knife stop hurting
when can I release my soul
destined to suffer for enternity
destined to die alone
that is the lament of my despair
that is the lament of Vlad McFlare....

I get up out of my booth of solitude and walk towards the door
walking slowly to see if anyone responds
suddenly the room gets silent
no whispers
no looks
just the simple silence of the air
I open the door slowly
still silence
looking out into the city i see nothing
no people
no one
as i step out into the street i begin a long journey
my jourbey to nowhere

As I sit in the corner of my thoughts
at the empty booth in an abandoned tavern,
watching ghosts as they float past
no one looks in the shadow.
I tap my pen on the table.
over and over
yet none hear my anxious tapping.
I look inquisitively at the spirits of my past
they carry on like nothings changed
they laugh and smile at eachother
yet all can see right through them
I stand and shout out
only to fall back unoticed
then i put things into perspective
and see that things are quite different
I am the ghost
the quiet entity
what once was a reality
is now but the torture of my fantasy