My Kiss
I step out into the night, a lone and solitary figure.
Will you not hunt with me as you have so many times before?
Energy flows through the city tonight.
And I'll stand in the shadows while you reach for the stars.
Will you not take me with you as you have so many times before?
As you have done so many times before.
But I haven't the time to wait for you now.
For the hunger burns deep within me and it demands release.
I am a slave to its power, a lover to its kiss.
And so I have to power to murder with a kiss.
But my philosophy leaves me as I breathe in the night air and catch the scent of living wine.
My delacacy, my dinner, my master.
I follow the scent to where I find peace.
I sense their terror and it feeds my frenzy.
And in a quick moment it is done.
My kiss given.
Their supple skin peirced, their blood flows qiuckly over my tongue and down my throat.
A faint memory of choking of this life the first time floats detatched through my mind.
But even more than that I am reminded of passion filled nights with you.
I still feel the pleasure deep within me.
No burning can ever tear it from me.
My soul quakes at what I have done even as I dispose of the crime of survival.
I shake my head and sink into the night, for this is what I've become.
I stand on the edge of dawn between the darkness and the light.
Should I follow you, my master?
Should I step back into the light, to find you.
But no this is not my time for I have no offspring to follow in my path.
I turn back into the darkness to walk with it's receeding line.
My gaze sweeps up to find the city before me.
Energy flows through the city tonight and I stand in the shadows, I'll wait for the stars.
Who should I give my kiss to next, what soul to follow in my path.
A thousand angry question burn in my brain.
But I hear their souls beckoning to mine.
How can I refuse them the night?
Darkstar
July 31, 1996
Will you not hunt with me as you have so many times before?
Energy flows through the city tonight.
And I'll stand in the shadows while you reach for the stars.
Will you not take me with you as you have so many times before?
As you have done so many times before.
But I haven't the time to wait for you now.
For the hunger burns deep within me and it demands release.
I am a slave to its power, a lover to its kiss.
And so I have to power to murder with a kiss.
But my philosophy leaves me as I breathe in the night air and catch the scent of living wine.
My delacacy, my dinner, my master.
I follow the scent to where I find peace.
I sense their terror and it feeds my frenzy.
And in a quick moment it is done.
My kiss given.
Their supple skin peirced, their blood flows qiuckly over my tongue and down my throat.
A faint memory of choking of this life the first time floats detatched through my mind.
But even more than that I am reminded of passion filled nights with you.
I still feel the pleasure deep within me.
No burning can ever tear it from me.
My soul quakes at what I have done even as I dispose of the crime of survival.
I shake my head and sink into the night, for this is what I've become.
I stand on the edge of dawn between the darkness and the light.
Should I follow you, my master?
Should I step back into the light, to find you.
But no this is not my time for I have no offspring to follow in my path.
I turn back into the darkness to walk with it's receeding line.
My gaze sweeps up to find the city before me.
Energy flows through the city tonight and I stand in the shadows, I'll wait for the stars.
Who should I give my kiss to next, what soul to follow in my path.
A thousand angry question burn in my brain.
But I hear their souls beckoning to mine.
How can I refuse them the night?
Darkstar
July 31, 1996
