The Invitation

They say we are seduced unto darkness...yet what if the seduction was done by me?

Enchanting darkness...
I feel you pull me nearer, singing softly in my ear of all the beauty that lies in the shadows.
Sharing ice cold kisses, still burning on my lips, I beg for more...
 

Breathing in and out.
Your lovely bones connect with flesh and all is lost. For now beauty is seen and heard.
Who can resist temptation so sweet and deadly?

Curling, twirling.
Lost inside this labyrinth of misconception and deceit. Don't point out the door...
...Don't show me the way out...

Purposely lost and desolate.


Well spun little spider, you've caught me in your web, lovely death.
 May I be your gallows finest decoration.
Self destruction never tasted so thick and coppery before...

Invitations are answered...
Not much longer and I shall be lost fully to your sway.
Hold me close and show me all you have to offer...
Resistance died along with my soul I AM YOURS.

Kill me softly...

I've surrendered to your dance. Embraced your depredation. Accepted my end.

True love hurt much more than anything you could do to punish me, so finish me...

In this game of slit wrists no one wins.

Author's Note

The inviting of darkness into our lives in a reckless act of self abandon and destruction that often follows an instance of great heartache.

Reviews

[Through the Gateway]

At once chilling and morose, while intoxicating and provacative. I can feel both pain and longing in this piece, with undercurrents of desire. It is easy to go from the warm embrace of those that have once held us close, to the cold grip of despair, fear and heartbreak.

Fabulously done, Vesa. And, as I do all who write such works, I will offer you what I can to cheer you up:

Want a cookie?

[J F Dangerfield]

Thanks for the read request.

I really liked it, I thought you captured the intended mood extremely well, I am in awe.

J.D

[Legion]

Chilling finale. Well written and, of course, dark which I like quite often. Kudos.

[Lauren Marie]

Ahh a very chilling, haunting, lovely poem! What else is there to say? Another great piece written by the great Vesa Lee!
~Lauren

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Interesting piece of writing, your writings have become better and better since The Queen of the Dead Horse & Co.
"Self destruction never tasted so thick and coppery before..."
the word "coppery" triggers my imagination here, infinite things which can be related and yet, I'm not sure of what could you be really referring to.
"Resistance died along with my soul I AM YOURS."
I AM YOURS, somehow this line seems so confusing, yet direct at the same time. I can't really decode all the meanings in this poem, but this could be beause I've been away from the caf� for a while.
Thanks for recommending this t me, feel free to make more reuests if you wish to, I'll find time to read anything you want me too.
Have a nice week.
Faithfully Yours,
D�fastus I. D.

"
Well spun little spider, you've caught me in your web, lovely death. May I be your gallows finest decoration. Self destruction never tasted so thick and coppery before..."
That was my favourite line in the poem. After great heartache self destruction seems to come so very easily.
Well done, and good luck in the competition.
-ST

[Marie Anzalone]

Why is it that the path of self-deception is always the easier choice, and always the wrong choice, I wonder?
The things we learn to tell ourselves when we are young- that we are lazy, and ugly and stupid, and just do not matter. We hear them, and believe them- above all praise sometimes, and the turn that ugliness to afflict others with it, like dark catechisms of untruth.

Then, when chips are down, our hateful words, and thoughtless deeds become a cycle that feeds itself. This, at least, is what I am getting from this piece.

One small correction: 3rd line from bottom, should be "surrendered"

I like the way you danced with the seduction in this piece, concentric circles slowly drawing us in, to show us how the descent progressed. Very well done!

[An owl on the moon]

I could feel again the painful intoxication of the life I once lived in this abandonment. This is so powerfully vivid, filled with the gripping truth of that which can drive us to the brink of our own destruction.