Midnight Freedom

Midnight Freedom

A Poem by Sanctuary Dementia
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This was a poem request by a friend of mine named Higure. Its bsed off the song The Vision by X-Ray Dog so yeah. Anyway,enjoy this little piece.

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Sitting in her room, back against the door
Playing her music so loud she can feel it in the floor
She turns off the light, opens the curtains, lets in the breeze
She wants to stand looking through window, she doesn’t care if she does freeze

Downstairs she can hear the screaming, she closes her eyes
Feels the acidic tears start to drip, feels the buzzing inside like a thousand flies
She opens the window, ever so slightly
She wishes for someone, anyone to creep in and grab her tightly

One hand on the windowsill, the other gripping a razor hanging from a chain
They used to tell her to cut, just once, it would take away the pain
Outside its pitch black, not even a star dares to peek
Tonight is the night she knows the vampires start to creep

Voices and whispering telling of dark tales
She has heard the breath of an empty body, felt the grip, heard the wails
Pushing and pushing, the window open wide
That’s it, she has lost her chance, no point in trying to hide

Slide down the wall, back against the brick
Knees beneath her chin, hearing the clock tick
Shaking back and forth, downstairs its quiet
She knows what they are trying to do, she won’t buy it

Her music finally stops, as if paused mid-word
Outside nothing could live, not a human, not a bird
The air begins to solidify, her shaky hands grip her hair
Looking down at the floor, she’ll pretend it's not there

Footsteps approach, creaky floorboards give their warning
Even if anyone was around, they wouldn’t hear her calling
Others would be scared, but right now her heart beats for this
She has heard of the story, human gets bitten, not a voice just a hiss

She looks down still, she fears if their eyes meet she might see
See the face that shall haunt her yet set her free
It reaches out and places a finger under her chin
His hands so cold, yet warm within

As if it knew what she needed so badly
He lifted her head and icy eyes looked at her so sadly
Her heart races, she can barely breathe, who knew that he would
Creep in through her window, her little sign, he knows not of good

Lips so full she yearns to hear his voice, hair so dark it matches midnight
Unlike the tales he is soft and gentle, his heart free and light
They both stop, stare at each other, he knows what she is thinking
Tattoos on his pale skins of chains, if he was to move she’s sure she would hear clinking

His hand tilts her head, she can feel breath on her neck
"Are your windows locked? Make sure you check!"
Moving in closer, she knows what his kind do
She doesn’t what to stop this, even though she knows what she will go through

Two little points, pressed against her neck, surely they are teeth
His hands on her should, holding her like a tree holds its leaf
He presses harder, piercing her skin
Warmth drips out, a glowing form within

She gasps a little, its finally done
All these years she has fought to be noticed, her battle is won
Alone in this house, she lays in his arms
Neither of them speak, he never hurts he never harms

Her pulse starts to slow, he is drinking silently
Stealing her life, but gently not violently
Maybe she'll change into someone like him, a vampire
Alone in the night, just him and her, they will float higher and higher

So empty she’s so pale, so weak and so frail
Her head against his chest, a unique scent she does inhale
Still he stays holding her close, a woman’s life

Stolen in the night, gone forever, without a gun. Without a knife.

© 2011 Sanctuary Dementia


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Sanctuary Dementia
Sanctuary Dementia

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Misery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..

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