Thursday, June 25, 2009

May flights of devils wing you to your rest..

Blood is a virtually universal food source for the undead because it possesses supernatural powers and mystical qualities; it is the keeper and giver of life. It is a vital force that drives vampires and can be drawn from the necks of helpless human victims. If only the myths were true..

I would never want to become a vampire, the logistics behind my decision are just too much for anyone to handle, but I would love for some mysterious man to sink his teeth into my neck. I'd be doomed and in love if Dracula was based off truths. My insomnia would be a blessing rather than a nuisance until I was eventually turned and filled with blood lust. Until then I'll wait in the graveyard with my nose in a novel and dream.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Sleep- The Twin Brother of Death

I wish Morpheus would swoop down in another disguise and whisper some more truths into my dreams and powder my eyes with sand. Another night of fortunes will keep my eyes stitched shut longer, but I'll have to admit that I do not always like Morpheus' power to reach into the shadows of my subconscious. It can be a little more frightening than the dreams Phobetor disturbs my cognition's with; My phobias can be quickly over come when I'm abruptly pulled from my trauma influenced slumber. Should I trust the false sense Morpheus gives of a psychic power that makes me doubtful? He only leaves me with the nights premonitions, which trail my thoughts until tragically proven right. I feel the same gut-wrenching stress that perplexes me after equivocal astrological readings and he leaves me with the same chill I acquire from ambiguous lovers.  I'll blame the seductive power of poppy that makes me desire to be thrown back into his ebony bed.