One Phone Call4:38 PMOne Phone Call by ~LostInTheLights
the time the music fell
what only time could tell
hearing raindrops in your voice
scrapbooks torched by anothers choice
lockers and photographs flow
see the laughter you'll never know
painting teacups ment to crush
the ice age of pains rush
tiny stitches only now are seen
only unraveling brings notices gleam
floating in brevity
all the world is quiet just for me
cold bricks on my back
forward? anything but that
The Breaks In Eternitysheets calling with numbing lightsThe Breaks In Eternity by ~LostInTheLights
pupils dilated by the slick concrete
DancefloorA record is playing but no one can findDancefloor by ~LostInTheLights
The source of the music, the source of time
So were helpless to listen to song after song
Not knowing the words, not knowing how long
I want to rewind to when the air was your staff
Listen on repeat to the sound of your laugh
Id fast forward to sunsets and warm summer nights
Id skip over the songs that I didnt like
But instead were dancing to beats unknown
Trying to dance in the shoes that weve grown
And all we can do is smile and choose
The people we dance with and the steps that we use
Now I offer my hand to the opening notes
I dont see anyone else in the swirl of long skirts and coats
So lets dance like no ones watching no matter what the song
Because for the dance floor of life theres no one Id rather bring along
A Vampire's KissMy teeth,A Vampire's Kiss by ~TheGreatDragon
Long and sharp,
Run up and down your shivering body,
Gently, like playing a harp.
Long, soft strokes,
My snow white hand moves,
And grabs your head,
While my voice soothes.
I whisper calming thoughts,
Putting calming things in your mind,
With my voice and my eyes,
I hold you in a bind.
Yet that does not stop the shivering,
The fear in your face,
You do not understand,
Me, or my race.
Tempted, and temped no more,
My long-since dead heart beats,
Wanting to live again,
Wanting to taste your blood like sweets.
It is no longer I can wait,
I sink my fangs into your flesh,
Into that skin so pale with fear,
The skin of a maiden, so very fresh.
I wait for but a moment,
Until your fear turns to pleasure,
Still in my bind,
The pleasure I can measure.
Higher than sex,
But only good for one,
At least you don't have to worry,
About bearing me a son.
Your blood, filled with pleasure,
Seeps past my lips,
It's texture, it's power,
I drink it slowly, only in sips.
Strong like wine,