Pain every day your presence haunts me

why you stay even after death your ghost stays haunting me

every other of us says i am just losing my mind after so long

come to me
dirty
wounded
black and blue all over
let me lick
dry blood off your face
i need your lips - not your smile
enter me and
don't leave me
breathless
don't leave me
at all

nadja
Feb 15, 2002

On Dominica there exists a creature known as the soucoyan. The "official" explanation of this creature's origin is that it is a curious combination of West African spiritualism and 18th Century Catholicism.

At the base of the Bihor mountains in Rumania,
The village of Solta is the place,
Where the Vampire's stirring in the night takes place,
As he impoverishes the town,
In his quest for sanguine ecstacy!

There are no such things or are there?
This morning I awoke in an utmost stupor!
Two puncture holes above my jugular,
He will strike again tonight!
When the moon is full and bright,
Leaving me almost dead and in agony!

By day the children search for garlic buds,
To be placed in the windows,

I miss you, dark angel,
In ways I never thought
I would;
As A cup-companion,
A partner in adventures,
Confidant & co-conspirator,
Fellow-lover of pseudo-life:
We hunted together
In the shadows, the cloak of the night.
Even though Another wooed me towards the Light,
Seduced me for time into the Day.
But it did not last,
The sun set.
You remind of the patient Darkness
In my own soul;
The windows which, drawn, could be curtained
Or withdrawn to show a glimmer of shuttered light.