VISIONS OF ILLUSIONS
There are visions of
illusions that I once had in my head,
there are memories of
friends that are now long dead.
I dream of allusions, words
echo in my brain
I dream of your tears,
illusions of rain.
I fear for the beauty
shackled to the beast,
Reaching never grasping the
sunlight in the East.
There are visions of
illusions that I once had of you,
fragments become pictures
that I remember to be true.
I have dreamt of these
visions deep into your night
in a place of darkness
amongst silk-satiny white.
I rest in the sweet thick
scent of your body heat,
the black cover of shadows
acts as the sheets.
My vision clouds as you draw
me into your embrace
I feel my lips make an
impression on your face.
I feel your teeth scrape
across my skin,
your nails bite my flesh, I
feel you within.
There are illusions like
dreams of the inescapable fire
burning hot in the blood of
this passion of the vampire.
There are visions of
illusions of the ecstasy in the night,
like the call of bat fleeing
the morning light.
But nothing can ever for certain
be told
of the bodies asleep in
coffins so cold.
I dream of long lost Lilith,
beauty moon white
waiting for her return, for I am her forever
knight.
What am I reading?
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
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