I don't feel
I can't think
I'm lost in a silence
That only breathing breaks
I can't sleep
I can't dream
I want someone
To be here with me
I can't write
I can't move
I want to ask
But my voice can't be heard
I can't cry
I can't tell
I'm stuck in a world
Where only pain is my help
I can't stop
I can't yell
I can't breathe
To cry out for help
I can't hear
I can't see
I've gone much too far
I need help

It was the third day after their meeting. Hour by hour their intimacy had increased. Ethel was sitting in a large wicker-chair. She restlessly fingered her parasol, mechanically describing magic circles in the sand. Ernest lay at her feet. With his knees clasped between his hands, he gazed into her eyes.

February 27, 2007 (IASI, Romania / AP) - An American historian sentenced to seven years in prison for sexual perversion and abuse of minors won early release from prison Tuesday because he wrote a book about Dracula, his attorney said.

There are many strange things in Transylvania;
Like wolves howling in the night,
Listen to them!
Children of the night! What sweet music they make!

Now is the trembling moment of our heart to heart dance between life
And death,
Which looms larger than life.
Together we will cross oceans of time embraced in that immortal kiss.

At dusk we will awake, like a bat together we will fly to quench our
Never ending thirst,
Seeking mortals from the villages and towns closeby,
We will drain the land of it's crimson soul,

I bounce
I shout
I jump for joy
I laugh
I run
I'm so happy
that it's no longer fun
I annoy
I destroy
I can't stop
but I enjoy
I'm manic
and stuck
in a too happy place
I'm crazy happy

Raevynn
February 20, 2002