LOOSING MY TASTE
Control keeps me dying each day before the vicious sunlight, I want to know how vampires pass away. I've always lived beneath the moon, you see, flowing with the world and all her wonders, drifting from storm darkened clouds into massive tornadoes of song, for there are so many things I want to experience, so many values my heart needs to fall away into as if I wanted to be one of my paintings. And though my soul weeps for every woman I see, I still live like a dreamer, alone here, lonely, foolishly following my own empty spaces, swallowing the hearts of others in books, without the tarnish of living, but then, there is little to move me now. Like a vampire after centuries of death, I have lost my taste for blood.
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By Johnny Sachu
© 2008 Johnny Sachu
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