VISIONS OF ILLUSIONS

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.