Growing up and well into my early twenties I loved the Winter. Winter was my time. Warm clothes housing secrets, where nights found the world faster and cast it's shadow on the land in epic fashion. In my dull vampire mind the Summer was the day and the Winter the night. You do not have to know me long to know I am a night person. With the moon in ( Read more... )

Honeydew light invades the black pitch and I raise my hands to cover my eyes while choking back the urge to scream. My throat is so very dry it would probably have only come out as a horse, gurgling mess anyway. Best not frighten myself let alone anyone else in the vicinity ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think she sees through me ( Read more... )

He took a puff of the cigarette the Devil offered. The one puff quickly turned into a coughing fit, the likes of which he had not had since the last time he tried smoking when he was fourteen, some eighteen years earlier. He knew it would happen but thought denying the offer of a cigarette from the Devil would be awfully bad form. That and he was ( Read more... )

Sometimes in the dark, I can still see the outline of you next to me, haunting me like a phantom. I can see the curve of you as my eyes adjust to the blackness. Sometimes ( Read more... )

All myths house truth my dear, demented little Heathens. Hell some times the Myths are more important than the Truths. They carry more weight, captivate our minds, hold our attentions by the balls ( Read more... )

The less educated would tell you my night began with that slut of a girl, the one who did everything I asked of her just so long as I let her share my coke and drink a bit of my Rum. These inbred fucks would not know where a night with me began if I wrote it out in lines for them to snort ( Read more... )

The young man with the broken heart who frequented the bars did not feel so young anymore. In all fairness this was because he wasn't but hush, don't mention that. It'll only bring him down more children. No sense in beating a dead horse and all that ( Read more... )

He watched the Ghost Girl dance on the ice. He did this after skating hours, when the night was at it's darkest and the only light came from the moon shining on the snowy earth below, reflecting off the ice and the girl in supernaturally majestic fashion. He stayed up late to do this, every night, ever since that first time he stumbled upon her ( Read more... )

Hold me below the surface until oblivion darling.

Make me your bitch.

Kiss me on my cold, dead lips.

And tell me you love me.

Even if it's a lie.

(c)Shawn J. Douglas 2008