Friday, January 14, 2005

Death Wish
I hunger for the Lips of death..
her frosty glare, her icy breath
her eyes are of the deepest blue
their velvet depth just call to you...

I find I fall fast for all her pleasing charms
I am enveloped tight in her pale
slender arms

A kiss on the cheek, a soft silk caress
one soothing touch to ease my distress...

Many of both genders have been claimed by her lust
yet hopelessly tragic, they give her their trust

For who can withstand such beauty and grace?
all fall in love by just one look at her face.

Perfect and Flawless
lustful and lawless

No one can control such a sly feline
tigeress,temptress i claim her as mine.

Mine...Mine...Mine alone
i will not recant yet i will not atone

She calls to me as i call to her
within me, my desire does spur

to be with her...Oh to be with her..

I am only a razor's strike away
my soul is hers to use, to play
It's my choice...
my solemn voice

I dropped the razor that was pressed to my skin
searching for the truth within

Broken and Shattered
Alive and Battered

I chose to live.

~ by Lucifelle. Copy righted

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Flattery
Beauty Rare
No Compare
Beauty True
Belongs to you
Beauty Divine
I claim you as mine
Beauty Sweet
you are complete
~Lucifelle. copyrighted
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Thursday, December 9, 2004

Rai's Desire...
Don't give me your pity...but give me your Lust.
Give me your body,even if i've broken your trust.
Don't give me your wealth, don't give me your life
Or I'll tear it to shreds
love's a double edged knife
I hunger for your Lips
of honey and spice
If you want me to love you
you'd better think twice
Flirts and Charmers all can weave the magic
of lust, sex, and desire
until in you, passion invoked
consuming you like fire.
Do you still insist I love you?
Do you still insist I care?
My dear, you can find your love in hell
so from me, on earth, beware
for I can kill, I can destroy
your flights of fantasy
ignorance will be shattered here
your virginity belongs to me..
I will not mend your broken heart
or reinstill some trust
but give to me your darkest dreams
your soul, your sex, your Lust
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Sunday, November 28, 2004

In the valley...which gates have you entered?
~hellette
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Thursday, November 18, 2004

A kitsune? Me?

Though they rarely caused mankind any serious harm,
these Japanese fox spirits known as kitsune
were well known for playing tricks on people
and could be a real nuisance. They possessed
the ability to transform into any creature,
though they would often retain their fox tail.
One could easily determine the age and level of
maturity of a kitsune by counting it's tails;
An immature, rambunctious kitsune would have
very few tails, while a wise and powerful one
would have as many as nine.

As a kitsune, you are clever, sensual, beautiful,
mysterious and effeminate (even if you are a
guy). You are also somewhat sneaky and like to
pull pranks on people, but otherwise you are
very pleasurable to be around.



Who is your inner Shapeshifter?
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hmmm...I'm to much of a bitch to be a kitsune...oh well
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

"Broken" Seether ft. Amy lee

{Seether}
I wanted you to know
That I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph
And I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

{Both}
Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

{Seether}
You've gone away
You don't feel me here anymore

{Amy Lee}
The worst is over now
And we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high and steal my pain away {both- only the word away}
There's so much left to learn
And no one left to fight {Both}
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

{Both}
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Cause Im broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone

{Seether}
You're gone away
You don't feel me here anymore




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Monday, November 8, 2004

BleedBlack
Please visit my other username and profile: BleedBlack

I have two because...this one is and will be ALOT darker than the first. This one will be for my black days, poems, stories, and feelings. The other is the lighter side of me. So pls stop by.
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Hmm..Fitting

Your a Gothic angel. That means that you are one
tough Bitch. Nothing can hurt you. No one can
get close to you. You have killed your heart
you don't feel anything. You are very strong
and can kick anyones ass! I like you. You and I
are one in the same.


~~What are you??? Gurls only!!~~ Very long quiz good answers
brought to you by Quizilla

I knew i'd get this answer...

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Sunday, November 7, 2004

"Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
Would marvel at making their Queen
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
And my heart reeled with grave poetry ...

From grace I fell in love with Her
Scent and feline lure
And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight
Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the dying trees
This debauched seductress in black, took me ...

In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
I tore free of my sleep-sepulchre
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
Lamented the spectre of Her
Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
I hungered for past overtures
The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much more than my soul could endure ...

I, at once, endeavoured to see Her again
Stirring from midnight's inertia
Knowing not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
I danced like a blind acolyte
Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
Suffused with the perfume of night

For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemeterty

Sleep, usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether

Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art

Screams haunt my sleep
Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together

Lamia and Lemures
Spawned thee leche
To snare my flesh

Portrait of the Dead Countess

Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, life's punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb ...

But poised nectar within me stirs
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell
To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette

Fleeting, enshadowed
Thou art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my skin?
Dost thou not want to worship me
With crimson sacrifice
So my love may twitch against thy kiss
And weep with new-found life?

Red roses for the Devil's Whore ...

Dark angels taste my tears
And whisper haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear
Need-fires have lured abominations here ...

Nocturnal pulse
My veins spill forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish most

Awash on her perfidious shores
Where drowning umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves where lovers whore
Like seraphim and Nahemah

Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest
Blind reason against thee, Enchantress
For I must know, art thou not death?
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed ...

Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?
On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company
As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves
Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn
In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone
I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette ..."
- 'Gothic Romance' by Cradle Of Filth.


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