Fatal Mistake
That one mark upon your neck a symbol of compassion;
This vampyre's fangs delicately play across your flesh.
The scent of sweet blood, pulsing relentlessly, fills and fuels
As, against the wall, limp your limb becomes, fingers still mesh.
Death eludes you, a walker of the night likewise from now.
Blood trickling down those menacingly sweet lips of mine...
Fatal attraction? Hardly the words to describe such an instance
As we walk the line of immortality, stretched taught; delicate, fine.
These leaves upon this path so easily crushed by footfalls
Are the pieces of Mother's heart. So little they did become;
So easily torn apart. All that you know now matters not,
For the battle has begun to be perilously fought.
The viper creeps within the leafy leagues, preying anxiously;
A strike so precise and perfect as a knife beneath the ribs.
Upon your unsuspecting leg do her teeth sink deep;
A scaley smile across lipless mouth, regarding countless fibs.
Mother why? Forgiveness is your principle sin!
Anger the Guardians not have we, yet vengence is your drink!
Expression of us is now forsaken by your creatures?
One foul move and you attack our armored chink?
Down falls my turned love, a poison of blackened heart;
Flaming eyes of Mother viper scurry towards upturned frondescence.
Leaving us to shed eyewater for nothing but an experiment;
Leaving us to draw apart for none other than sick difference!
A lashing whip, your tongue slices our pale thick skin:
So deep the bloodless veins, severed and sweet, fall to pieces.
Spiraling downward, my love falls deeper into the abyss,
For Mother's unconditional love is absent, amiss.
Spiders in your eyes, we stagger to the ground
Crawling towards lost hope. Hated by all we scatter;
Our fingers just touching as the darkness envelops.
Every feeling and emotion served on Mother's silver platter.
So small and alone, my love has left me forever;
Fetal lie I, Mother's wedge has won, task completed.
Lost, my light has been swallowed! Mother so hypocritical,
She cares not at all, a son silent and solid upon the ground, defeated.
One more blow to this shredded 'pyre's unbeating heart;
Mother's hand burns upon my frozen fingers as she leads.
An unwilling spider am I, so fragile, hated, and feared.
Yet Mother drags on, the pain numbing as the edge nears.
Dropped hand of mine followed by a hovering foot reflected in my eyes, near.
Last seconds of life,so painful and my last sight, her hateful sneer.
This vampyre's fangs delicately play across your flesh.
The scent of sweet blood, pulsing relentlessly, fills and fuels
As, against the wall, limp your limb becomes, fingers still mesh.
Death eludes you, a walker of the night likewise from now.
Blood trickling down those menacingly sweet lips of mine...
Fatal attraction? Hardly the words to describe such an instance
As we walk the line of immortality, stretched taught; delicate, fine.
These leaves upon this path so easily crushed by footfalls
Are the pieces of Mother's heart. So little they did become;
So easily torn apart. All that you know now matters not,
For the battle has begun to be perilously fought.
The viper creeps within the leafy leagues, preying anxiously;
A strike so precise and perfect as a knife beneath the ribs.
Upon your unsuspecting leg do her teeth sink deep;
A scaley smile across lipless mouth, regarding countless fibs.
Mother why? Forgiveness is your principle sin!
Anger the Guardians not have we, yet vengence is your drink!
Expression of us is now forsaken by your creatures?
One foul move and you attack our armored chink?
Down falls my turned love, a poison of blackened heart;
Flaming eyes of Mother viper scurry towards upturned frondescence.
Leaving us to shed eyewater for nothing but an experiment;
Leaving us to draw apart for none other than sick difference!
A lashing whip, your tongue slices our pale thick skin:
So deep the bloodless veins, severed and sweet, fall to pieces.
Spiraling downward, my love falls deeper into the abyss,
For Mother's unconditional love is absent, amiss.
Spiders in your eyes, we stagger to the ground
Crawling towards lost hope. Hated by all we scatter;
Our fingers just touching as the darkness envelops.
Every feeling and emotion served on Mother's silver platter.
So small and alone, my love has left me forever;
Fetal lie I, Mother's wedge has won, task completed.
Lost, my light has been swallowed! Mother so hypocritical,
She cares not at all, a son silent and solid upon the ground, defeated.
One more blow to this shredded 'pyre's unbeating heart;
Mother's hand burns upon my frozen fingers as she leads.
An unwilling spider am I, so fragile, hated, and feared.
Yet Mother drags on, the pain numbing as the edge nears.
Dropped hand of mine followed by a hovering foot reflected in my eyes, near.
Last seconds of life,so painful and my last sight, her hateful sneer.