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The Misanthropic Vamp Among the hidden,destitute and darker elementsPatiently awaiting her next blood mealA creature scorned for centuries by the light..Dares not love those that she needs to surviveShe needs no distractions from her nightly huntHer bitterness oozing like a festering open soreFor all mankind and their social maladies manifestedIn their hatred,greed,disgust,prejudice and sicknessAs she draws their life blood into her very beingShe renders her justice upon the snivering hordsThat fall into her grasp,slowly sipping their life forceAnd therefore ridding the world of one less evilContinue
Stalker Of The Night Reviled through time,he stalks the landWhere unseen creatures hide from sightAmong the unsuspecting hoards...Lingering,searching for one more biteBlood lust grows stronger with each killThe night shields him from detectionLittle he cares for their cries and screamsTo him,their cattle,there's no affectionHe Knows his kind is a dying breedCenturies have passed like grains of sandWaiting for someone to set him freeTo banish his soul by their avenging handContinue
You had choicesAnd yeah, I knowIt was never anything likeTwo roads diverged in a yellow woodnorockand a hard placeand it seems like a smart movewhen your house is on fireto save your own skin and how could I ask you to choose betweenyour first loveand your first-bornand is it even fairto say that was a choicebut it's more than I hadI didn't have youyou chose to save yourselfyou chose to stay with himyou even chose to keep your oh-so-importantreputationover mebut I didn't have thatreputationthose choicesI didn't have youlooking out for menoI didn't have younoyou didn't choose meand you were right therebut you weren't therefor menonot therewhereI needed youand was choosing meloving meso hard to decideI am worththe troubleI am worth the painI am worth the sacrificethe hurt of loving me (love to get any thoughts or critique on this piece)Continue
Sometimes I find myself recalling past painful experiences, although I try to keep them at bay. It's very difficult for me in situations where another was involved and life, at the present time, is filled with constant reminders. Most especially when it is your own child. So innocent. Swift Bitter I never let you see my pain,swift bitter tears, as you depart.Always at arms length were you,a drunkard man of heavy heart. So full of broken promises,as you only crushed my dreams.Moments now, I wonder,you wanted only to hurt me, it seems. You left so thoughtless and easily,claiming I was the one to blame.The love I carried so deep in my heart,was your cruel and vengeful game.Marie St. Amand - Copyright 2011 Continue