Poignant Ramblings written in blood
She lured me in, those eyes
Hypnotizing pulling me deep
I was powerless to her hold
For naught known the fatal wound
Inflicted upon my soul
Cutting more deeply than a blade
Consuming all the vitality of my soul
For it was surely subtle
Her poignant ramblings written in blood
Captured me to what was naught truth
For this curse so inflicted upon my soul
I desired, lusted for, craved so consumed
I wanted this fire, this fire that drew me
Unto the depths of love, only hell resides
For she becomes the succubus of eternal hell
My demon of the night that possesses my soul
Will this nightmare ever end…
Can I be loosed from this grip…
For now I am filled with hatred,
For naught only myself, but her
She fills with hate for she is an animal
There are no longer human remains
I struggle for my own strength
As she has pulled it away from me
Asphyxiating desire to run
Fear of becoming as she
For which is her only goal
To turn so many unto slavery
Her puppets to do her bidding
For she is the needed drug
Despair fills me, overcomes me
Is there no hope of survival
But I hide my wounds
Pray for another day
That I go unnoticed in my agony
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
July 14, 2012
xo Regis
Di
Edith
power of another over one's soul
*Carolee* and you have captured
it so very well....
Lady Vivian
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
Love ya!
Jane
Mark
Deborah
You're a great writer Carolee
You have written an intriquing tale perfectly a real keeper.
Budd
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
Your poem captures the fear within Cage's character completely. Damn! Makes me want to run out and rent the darn movie. Yes, her only goal was to enslave and drain blood when the desire struck her. Loved this poem, it will go into my library.