archangel154

you sat before me & i was captivated by the gleam in your eyes i hoped & wish in my head that theired be many more times like this before im dead i hung on every word you said as if it were the last things ide ever hear infact i tryed like hell to hold back a tear because what ide lost is now found i held hope of finding you like a refugee in the ocean hopes for a rescue i thought ide lost the one thing that mattered most of all to me & it wasnt myself or my family not even those around me it was the one i thought completed me the missing peices of the puzzle that is me now the oceans of my life have started to calm like they did whe

                             vampires part one Hollywood, as usual, got it all wrong. Most so-called vampires look nothing like Bela Lugosi, George Hamilton, or even Gary Oldman. Nor does poor Vlad Dracul -- which only means "Dragon," after all -- deserve the rap he's taken all these years. Such preposterous errors do, however, provide cover for those of us in the, . . . er, . . . trade. The other principal misapprehension is that vampires can function only at night. This is true only of a tiny and unfortunate minority among us, numbering never more than a few dozen at most. These heliophobes tend also to be under great mental strain and f

as i sit here & ponder the universe my mind wanders it wanders to some one ive know well forever it seems she is some one i never should have feared but i did now she cant see me it tears me apart inside knowing things could have been diferant but i feared the only one i can ever love shes the missing peices of my soul she compleats me she makes me want to care she makes me want to live to love to be a better person i hate to wright but when it comes to her i cant seem to stop my poems are about her or me & nothing else she can do no wrong by me she is perfect to me the site of her makes me feel invincable the sound of he

flesh & bone be sound as stone, cleansed by the healing sea, all made right by warm sunlite, & fresh wind blowing free, the spirit will heal, with a kiss to seal

hollow thats the way i feel weather its morning or night all i manage to feel is hollow no love no hate just a void where a soul should be life is no longer as it was i seem to live but i cant be sure for what is life with no warmth with no feeling with no soul i have a sense of self but yet i have no answer to give so i ask you whats life without a soul ... nothing... ...or everything...

tired tired of pain pain is all i knew for a very long time pain is all i felt for a very long time pain became my freind pain became a good feeling pain is how i could tell i was alive but now im tired of pain i want to be ok i want to be happy once again i want life to stop its endless assalt on my life i want the dreams of death & fear & pain to stop but deep down i know in my heart theirs only one thing other than death that can release me from this pain i feel i see her in my dreams i see her when i shut my eyes i know her every curve by heart i know the things she loves the things she hates the things she needs bu

i drown my sarrows i drown my pain i live my life bottle to bottle im tired of careing i just want to be happy the bottles i empty are my only escape i drink away my sarrows i drink away my pain i find sollace in the bottles i drink but when all is said & done all im left with is a headach & a bunch of empty bottles

i think thoughts of you all day long they keep me happy over & over i resite your name i know it well like i know our love i know its an everlasting love its come & gone many liftimes im sure & now its come again i wont let it pass me by ill be damned if i let you slip my grasp for once i have you ill never let you go ill hold you tight forever from this night holding you above the rest of the world i will never let you fall from grace just as ill never let harm come your way i want nothing more in life than your happyness above all else it is most important to me i love you more than life its self & as long as i can i will