Playing in the Rain

open your eyes and catch the frosted droplets
let them glide smoothly down to the corner of your lips
intensifying the taste of your passions last embrace
let the steady breeze carry pieces of your breath away
let the humid air move down your body and saturate your clothing
the rain streaming down your face like your lovers fingers
and the wind erotically breathing down your body
fall down to your knees, and glide your fingers through the blades of grass
still wet and sticky with mildew as you grab a hold of them
and fall back to lay on your blanket of earth
and let the rain wash you clean
you dirty little girl
where are your rubber boots.

Unknown "Lady Charmayne" Content - 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago

No Conviction

I take his soul and life
And hand it to death
Without choice
Or conviction
Bleeding
I wait
Leaking faucet
Without choice
Raining my soul clean
Defeat in the cycle of life

Unknown "Lady Charmayne" Content - 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago

Last Walk

Dark and gruesome
Bloody and cruel
Eyes so dark
Fangs so shap
Silently creeping
Wishfully stalking
The hunter and hunted
Start talking
Painfully mistaken
The hunted was taken
Into the dark
Into the woods
Sudden screaming
Sudden crying
Ripped apart
Slowly dying
Dripping, dripping
Bloody corpse
Sucked out all the life
With no remorse

Unknown "Lady Charmayne" Content - 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago

Garbage

All around the circle
under the rocks where you can find the unheard music
no one listens to anymore
speak with words that have no meaning
and play in the desert that has become your mind
the barren wastelands
of useless knowledge and worries
we will build garbage over them
and cover our past with our materialism
build a house, a life, a family
and cry in the wastelands
close your eyes
lift up the rock
and open your ears
hear the music
and throw away your garbage
Unknown "Lady Charmayne" Content - 16 years, 10 months, 16 days ago

Epiphany

to become lost
like Hansel with no path
in the dark with no eyes

he can smell your fear

as you pull your carcass forward
taste of the hunt
taste of your sweat in blood

he can smell your fear

wash away your beliefs in tears
tears that created religion
religion that created the Antichrist
love that creates pure hatred
abolish all love and innocence

To become nothing
but a body in motion
and chase him.
Unknown "Lady Charmayne" Content - 16 years, 10 months, 16 days ago