Born into Darkness

My eyesights blurred,
words slurred.
I’m struggling for breath,
I’m near death…

Wheres this light?
that shines bright,
guiding the way
for souls each day.

My body looks broken,
words unspoken.
Also there,
my girlfriend Claire.

Memories flash,
violent crash.
Claire’s alright
at first sight.

No sign of a gate,
or a hellish fate.
I’m a ghostly specter
bound by love for her.

I try to communicate,
but theres no way to mediate.
Going insane,
I pass through her in vain.

I’m falling from grace
as tears roll down her face.
I’m dead now,
I try re-animate somehow.

With tremendous pain,
I can feel my still veins.
My mind is caving in,
memory grows thin.

I open my eyes,
Claire nearly dies.
Somethings strange,
my senses have new range.

I’m losing my emotions,
Claire is in motion.
She kisses my face,
an awakening embrace.

I can smell her blood,
and hear the thud, thud!
Its all to much,
I fight her touch.

Shes scared now,
I sense it somehow,
I can taste her fear –
its becoming clear.

My hunger cries,
my soul dies.
I pull Claire in,
lift up her chin.

Shes frozen still
with a sickly chill.
I pierce her gently
and drink plenty.

As she lies in my arms
I feel no emotional alarms.
She stares into my eyes
and dies…

by Barry Mac Court 2007

Born into Darkness

SoftParade

Dublin, Ireland

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A metaphor of something, whether a relationship/job/situation that was not ment to last.

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