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A love so strong, as to undo death,
living in twilight, feeling death's breath.
Drinking the wine, of the warm human veins,
your soul is the wolf's, reaping the plains.

The stalker at night, yet mortal by day,
in your hidden dark shelter,
sleeping you lay. Your skin pale and cold,
your hair dead and dry,
´til you have your meal, arteries you pry.

Into my chambers, you come at night,
I try to resist, I struggle, I fight.
Yet when it is done, when you have fed,
I do not miss, the blood that I bled.

Craving your secret, wanting to die,
I beg you to take me, I pray and I cry.
Feeling no remorse, having fallen from grace,  
I'm yours, why won't you embrace ?
beg me for forgiveness..ask me if I care
Nocturnal Pleasures


Marble cold and white,
monoliths arise,
triving forever,
towards the empty skies.
I feel the shivers,
through my spine,
as our bodies unite,
you now are mine.

Limbs entwined,
stone casket for a bed,
nocturnal pulse,
making love among the dead.
Quickening pace,
as extasy we reach,
through the carnal gates we breach.

I thrust forth,
morbid lusts unfold,
between ancient graves,
and headstones old.
Exhausted, gasping,
we fall to the ground,
the night is silent,
not a single sound.

My lips touched yours,
my neck you caressed,
with the kiss of death,
I'm finally blessed.
We lie there still,
our powers return,
soon again,
the flame of lust will burn.

TESTAMENT


      Hear my grief, wail of sorrow striking deep-rattling your soul-my face

is dirty, smudged in ashes, my eyes are burning, yet I love you...I travel,

begging solace, was I not led hear by your voice? I believed in your true

peace-so still I try to stay steadfast, I am your lamb in need of guidance-touch me

with your hand, let me get closer to you than all the others, who are not

willing to suffer the visions, the pain-without questions-I have true faith....

      Choose me, my sorrow dwells, hanging heavy, impending doom-deliverance

for all suffering, I want true peace-I need the peace-don't betray me after

all I've done...you take so many forms, hard   to believe I can hold your

likeness in my hand...no! It is not a false god! No promises broken-oh please don't

leave me for them to take!

      Paralyzed by disbelief, I am your Christ, why did you forsake

me...abandoned like a murderer's grave, unmarked and unblessed. How was I to know they

held the veil that whispered like a mother's breath-All I wanted was to be

close to you, your fallen angel begging passage home...but I betrayed you with my

questions, with my church in shadows and squalor, and yet I found you-tiny

replicas, short term salvation-you're not needed any more......

      Instead of believing and ruling with the hierarchy that truly

matters-the Golden City-you leave me here to try and persuade them to take comfort in

instant release, so pure...keep your kingdom, but you'll never rest, for the

veil is mine to keep, and all the shadows-sweet precious rage-bitterness and

regret belong to me! And with these things down here, such abundance, will serve

me-solely to torment you....

      I piss on your pristineness-your ridiculous notions of suffering to
finally meet you- when I am here, in their element, eager lambs all need a

shepard....come to the comfort of my robe-my cloak, my coat-to bring sanity to

their pain....your houses won't accept them, I do- they are my army-forever

keeping the darkness alive-growing-my kingdom is built on their sickness, just as

your was built on faith-foolish faith that led so many to your poorly organized

places....
   
  Darkness has simplicity, a certain spectral elegance-that calls to

them all-pushing and pulling, my children wait by the veil as I throw them what

they hunger for!

    And you can do nothing-for I keep coming,,,,legion, we are many-like

you I take many forms-unlike you I don't judge the darkness-I utilize it to

attract those fresh souls-I am here! Keep your heaven....
 
    My kingdom will be your end........
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