1.Though the shadows fall
Tainted by ugly darkness
My unrelenting affection
For things unknown
Remains.
The quality
Of my thoughts
Decrease
As the moon
Rises.
My inner lust
for blood
arises
and then
my fangs are bared
in the light
of the man living
in the moon.
I creep toward civilization
Neither man
nor wolf
nor being
I am
what was once
and what was once is
and what was once is is now was
A demon.
2. Collecting sand
which percolates
between my toes
on the beach
is terrible, though I laugh in mirth
At the crediblility,
of a drop of a hat,
causing a flood of tears
to flow deep into the small shells
on the ground
I think for of my dearest
Because without her
I would never have known
true love
On second though
Love exists not
Only sorrow
Like Buddha tells
"Life is but sorrow
Amounting while mirth runs free
until the day is done"
Tainted by ugly darkness
My unrelenting affection
For things unknown
Remains.
The quality
Of my thoughts
Decrease
As the moon
Rises.
My inner lust
for blood
arises
and then
my fangs are bared
in the light
of the man living
in the moon.
I creep toward civilization
Neither man
nor wolf
nor being
I am
what was once
and what was once is
and what was once is is now was
A demon.
2. Collecting sand
which percolates
between my toes
on the beach
is terrible, though I laugh in mirth
At the crediblility,
of a drop of a hat,
causing a flood of tears
to flow deep into the small shells
on the ground
I think for of my dearest
Because without her
I would never have known
true love
On second though
Love exists not
Only sorrow
Like Buddha tells
"Life is but sorrow
Amounting while mirth runs free
until the day is done"
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