The ends are the hardest to begin
Stuck in a vortex on automatic spin
Awaiting the pain to end
Searching for answers in all
the wrong friends
He’ll lie and beg for amends
You’ll heed the calling
And die from within
He’s poison I’ll say it again
A deal with him is to
dance with sin
The ends are the hardest to bend
His tongue an opinion ship
Vessels which harbor Satan himself
It carries a plague lip to lip
Confessing love & other bullshit
Common lies his weapon or wealth
Hidden behind charm and wit
There’s not alot left when there’s
nothing to lose
I’d settle for less but
there’s nothing to choose
You settled out west
and contracted the blues
Would it be out of quest to
congratulate you?
You’re wrong I’m the best-
I’m not like the rest,
And the difference will
come to test you!
You’re not the best dressed
No need to contest
My hatred is tried and true
Here’s one more for good jest
my life would be blessed
if you could die a bit soon…
Ahh but who doth not judge the outer appurtenance which is full of flaw? I too shall like to see beyond the hollow scar. Frail and meek, I seek to find comfort in man which bringeth me none not. Love hath abandoned all but my shadow. Until I am merely dust in the wind. I dare not you understand.
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I want to get lost in you so that you may find me again
and when you search for me in your soul, I’ll be resting there
I’m just going to have a little nap between your heartbeats
The sun peeks through the clouds,
as if he’s hiding his head in shame
All the pain she suffered
left lingering in vain
As if mourning the seasons
would promise a better day
Satine was born in the dark ages, a very long time ago in the township of “Blackwood” whereto her mother had lived and died.
Unbeknownst of her parents, her mother died during childbirth of Satine. Her mother had been bitten by a vampire while Satine was still in the wound.
Satine never knew of her mother and father, and was abandoned as a child, for the people feared her or what she may become. She was sent away to live in the Carpathian Mountains far away.
There she became skilled amongst her powers, training in martial arts, strategic war tactics, and healing.
A thing of abandonment seeped fear in her heart.
Presumably, her vampiric father watched over her, for Satine had dreams and visions that would abound her. Did he want her dead? Was he in attendance to help her, psychologically?
During her training, she met a Prince by the name of Vladimir. He would teach her many things, among philosophy and majik. Vlad seemed notable of the people, high in court. Yet feared among many.
This brought desire in Satine to return to her home village, learn of its people, of her mother’s grave (hidden behind the church), and seek out her father. Upon her arrival, she found the people in disarray. Panic reigned there. Blood towered the streets. Trusty no one was.
Part human, part vampire, part light, part dark, Satine may prove to be the savior of her village.
Satine seeks love, part of her human condition. She may be vilified by its admission.
She grows week with apathy, blood-lust, and a demoniac affiliation.
She sleeps beyond the church in her mother’s shallow grave.
“Remember, sometimes you need the dark to battle the dark. So do not discourage those who suffer from its apathy.” – Satine
The past wears the face of tomorrow
A guard left post; abandoned we follow
Joy a dust in humans so hollow
All in all its trouble we swallow
The lies, the slumber, null sorrow
PoeEternal 