Dark stalker

Laying in the darkness
Knowing hes there, that thing
whispering gothic overtures
to put me to dream
At nights when i go out
I know hes somewhere following
in the dark alley way
I hear his whisper calling me
It is not fear that i feel
from his presence or sight
for he swoons me with love
when he comes to my bed at night
I know it is coming
I feel his cold touch upon my face
Hes waiting and staring
and now the embrace
I've wanted it to happen
for a long time, you see
thoughts of immortality
thinking of him and me
cold lips against my neck
and his cold fingers in my hair
then his immortal kiss....
and i awake with no one there.

Poem © Anzalla 2000

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