Feeder of Life

In the darkness.
All alone.
A forlorn shadow.
To never be known.

No emotion showing.
On his apathetic face.
The masochist this world created.
A portrait of death’s embrace.

Scars running down his arms.
Like a seething fall from grace.
Oblivious to the sorrow inside.
Deep in his soul, pain doth reside.

Eyes like tarnished jewels.
Taking in all around him.
Sadistic soul;Bathed in sin.
A cloak of dread surrounds him.

Dreary eyes of suicide.
Hide in a wilted garden.
Deep inside the graveyard lies.
A tormented shadow disgarded.

Then lo’ the pale moonlight came.
Tearing an ebon veil from his face.
To show the festering pain.
That love came to create.

Living in an isolated exsistance.
Death’s poetry floods his soul.
His heart dark and empty.
Yearning for feelings he would never know.

With a trembling breath.
He brought the knife up to his neck.
To embrace the peace of death.
And lay his darkened soul to rest.

But ’twas only his body that died.
His soul, to this world is tied.
He was now a vampire, imortal.
Cast to the earth where torment would unfurl.

He was evil’s greatest creation.
By god himself he was forsaken.
The principle of evil made flesh.
No longer left with nothingness.

He would rule over the world.
Killling all who caused him sorrow.
He would be the new god.
All would worship him on the ‘morrow.

He is in your dreams.
The darkness in your eyes.
The rapture in your screams.


By Coelbren

I Like anything that has anything to do with magick or vampires