Vampire Lullaby

Vampire Lullaby

A Poem by The Dark Passenger

 

Falling asleep

to your shallow heart beat

with my tongue in your throat

and my fangs sinkin' in

 

I tried not to linger

but you're hopelessly weaker

it'll taste so much better

if you let out a scream

 

But you're- prized posession,

for the greatest

of the demons

and you whisper

when you talk

of things

you should not

I can't help myself

I'm the thirst,

you're the cup

 

Your skin shivers meekly

just under my touch

if you just hold your breath

we can end in a laugh

 

Untie the knots

as you watch me unfold you

prince of the righteous

now prince of the scourge

 

But you're- prized posession,

for the greatest

of the demons

and you whisper

when you talk

of things

you should not

I can't help myself

I'm the thirst,

you're the cup

© 2009 The Dark Passenger


Author's Note

The Dark Passenger
also a song, but hey it works on both levels i think.

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Hot! And deep. . .

See, the vampire myth is an esoteric template for heightened psychic desire. Demon becomes daimonic integrity. Profound. I'll send you an essay from a Scorpio guru on this subject.

The reason there is so much in popular culture that makes vampires and demons sexier than angels and saints is because of a faux duality that divides light and dark, exiles the Jungian Shadow, instead of understanding/embracing a more conscious chiaroscuro, or dance of light and shadow. Sex vs. "propriety" is one of the ways society maintains a shaky "vanilla" control over forces it has little real understanding of: Life Itself.

It is the essence of "crazy wisdom" to obliterate the angels vs. demons game that used god salesmen thrive on and embrace the psyche as an ACTUAL adult, rather than the stunted version thereof presently polluting the environment and collectivity w/the psychopathology of "normality."

I know this is just a "safe" escapist fantasy for you, but the vampire is double-edged in reality: a banal bloodsucker called "military-religio-corporatism" and a mask for a superior occult Being.

"and you whisper/when you talk/of things/you should not" -- indeed.

"Falling asleep/to your shallow heart beat/with my tongue in your throat/and my fangs sinkin' in" -- true lullabye of Love-Desire.

Excellent.


Posted 15 Years Ago


totally good :)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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