Obsession
My life stings with your lost shadow,
it used to drape across my heart.
Unworthy of a cool drink
and the feel of spring water
I relent to your ever probing kiss
pulling me into deeper darkness.
Oh, my blood thirsty princess
don’t you know
I was the one who made you?
Who turned you on to
the black rivers flow
and the salty taste of human blood?
Yes, my night queen
drink my indigo blood with your eager tongue,
send me into oblivion for my sin.
For I was the dark prince
who took you so young,
who licked your milky breasts,
penetrated your virginity
before you could scream,
and drank your red warmth
as it ran out from your nipples.
I fucked you like the animal
we had become.
Lean and lustful,
hungry and predatorial.
But, sweet shadow princess,
you were not my worst sin.
Yes, even I,
the immortal of the gothic night,
have done far worse evil
than to make you long for eternal death,
for making you my obsession.
For my dark, sensuous love,
I am the man who sold the world!
All life.
All love.
All hope.
All breathing, everything-
sold into oblivion.
Just because I could!
~~redzone 4.6.05~~
I remember this song well. Tremendous work. You nailed it.
Hi Thomas, it is a great song! Nice to see you here, and welcome your comment. Thank you!
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. This is a tasty sinful morsel you have here, Red.
“I’m the one who made you.”
There’s something primal and proud about that line, to know that you created the craving, the being. And then you moved beyond…
I love everything about this poem.
She was “tasty”…er… perhaps I should have kept that to myself. ;0) In the end, though, she was the one who consumed me. Isn’t this the way all ‘obsessions’ end?!!
Mary, searching for and posting this older poem, was worth getting the comment you left. I’m glad you “loved everything about it.”