Expressions

I want to press the play button

on your emotions

and hear the volume of your soul;

turn the pages of your mind

in the unfinished volume of life;

and see the colours of your canvas

still fresh with the paint of dreams.

Death at Play

Death waits in the wings,

In the mortal scented shadows –

It is the voracious lunge

Sinking venom-steeped fangs

Into butter-soft flesh,

Breeching the jugular river

To release the wine.

It is the night’s brethren

Playing with the humans

Like wolves amid the flock.

Tonight there will be blood

As each receives the vampire’s kiss

In a violent display of affection

Parting life essence from living flesh,

Drawing out the aged alcohol

In arms vice-like, crushing and cruel.

Tonight the dead dance in the dark,

Red ribbons trailing from their throats

While Death lounges sated

Licking up all traces of their deeds,

Drunkenly humming the song of eternal sleep.

I'd like to think this poem was written for the likes of Louis and Lestat of Interview with the Vampire <3 <3