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Enter Chiru (A small preview)

Enter Chiru

 

The sun fell over quiet little Kyoto, Japan. Snow drifting quietly down to the earth and shattering woke Chiru Shuukakshamaru. Somewhere in the distance, she heard wolves howling. Instantly the vampiress thought of Kisho, he large black male wolf, and Kimi, her slightly smaller white female wolf. Where were they? She wondered. What had happened to them while she had slept? Slowly, memories came, trickling into her mind like a small stream. They were off in a cave, somewhere very far away. Sadness crept inside her heart and dug its cold little claws inside her. How would she find them?

 

A very different thought struck her, quite suddenly. Blood. Chiru wanted Blood. She didn’t need blood; she was far too old for needing blood. But she wanted it. She wanted it so bad, it felt like a need. Up. She needed to go up. As soon as she thought this, she felt a tiny spasm in her brain, and a slight tugging on her body. And then she tasted cool air, instead of dirt. She was no longer in the ground.

 

A victim. She had found a perfect victim. One with greasy black hair, and darkened skin. He was drunk, and stupid, and, best of all, he was a murderer. She walked as a wolf would towards its prey, slowly, a woman with tattered clothes, and matted black hair, dirt caked on her flesh. She moved slowly until he turned, his brown eyes glittering madly. Catch of the day, he thought. Her thoughts echoed his. But, nevertheless, Chiru moved quicker. She was laughing as she caught him up with blinding speed, and he was fighting, punching, screaming, kicking, biting.

 

He was locked in her arms, though. Unbreakable, an iron grip that was stronger then any metal vise. His beating only made her want him all the more. The fang teeth in her mouth lengthened to go past her lips, her head bent tenderly to his throat. Ah, yes, the smell of blood… She bit down, hard. Blood rushed to meet her parched lips, to quench her thirst. Blood raced throughout her cold body, rushing through her limbs. Pulsing though her heart.

 

She knew her victim’s name. Ozaka. Ozaka the dead murderer. Chiru smiled at the thought. Images flashed through her brain, images of Ozaka’s past. Memories of a red-haired girl he’d been in love with. Memories of how he’d killed her, and so many others. And then, it was gone. All of it gone, as his death finally came. Chiru moaned as the blood warmed her, pleasure making her tingle all over.

 

Drunk. She was drunk from the blood, in an exquisite sense. Beautifully drunken with heat and blood. The streets shimmered as dawn began its approach. And she was ready to leave. She turned, and nearly fell over with surprise. Kisho and Kimi stood there, their eyes fixed on her, tails wagging.

 

Chiru stared until she called joyfully to them, and they ran to her. Yes, it was good to see them. She caught them in her arms, and hugged them tight. Something pressed against her chest from Kisho’s mouth. A bag. A wool bag. One she recognized. The one she had put her Living Dead Dolls. And…. she felt them inside the bag…. She hugged Kisho extra hard and set the bag gently down on the ground beside her. She wanted to see the sun now.

 

(Continues)

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More Random Poems

A creation born of ignorance

The secret place,

His voice...it left me

This time.... I'll fight.

A world between

A forgotten world

The gathering

 

ENDLESS

I feel so alone at this point in time,
expressing my sorrow in this childish rhyme.
Tears well up and roll down my face,
even now I cannot hide in my imaginary place.
Nightmares haunt me even in my mind,
leaving me no peace that I can find.

As I reach for the blade I take a deep breathe and count to three:
One for the pain
two for the tears
three for the blood pounding in my vein.
Oh why won't my suffering end?
At least for a little while so that I can pretend.

I look up at my reflection in the mirror;
the pain in my soul suddenly becomes clearer.
I think back onto the days had shown me a kinder side,
back before all those tears that I had cried.
It was back when the sun would shine and the birds would sing,
where you could always be giddy and giggles about every little thing.

As I reach for the blade I take a deep breathe and count to three:
One for the pain
two for the tears
three for the blood pounding in my vein.
Oh why won't my suffering end?
At least for a little while so that I can pretend.

The hand gripping the blade begins to shake,
and I start to wonder if everything was just one big mistake.
Lowering the blade the touch the cold metal to my skin,
I hoped that this would be a battle that I was going to win.
"Dear God please forgive me for all I’ve done,
I wish now that it could all be undone."

As I slide the blade across my wrist I close my eyes and count to three:
One for the lies
Two for the mistakes
Three for the pain to end as I say my final good byes.

 

Never

never say I love you,
if you really don't care.

Never talk about feelings,
if they really aren't there.

Never hold my hand,
if you’re going to break my heart.

Never say you are going to,
if you don't plan to start.

Never look into my eyes,
if all you do is lie.

Never say Hi.
If you really mean good-bye.

If you really mean forever,
then say you will try.

Never say forever,
because forever makes me cry...

 

 

Don't Leave Now

Come away with me,
such sweet tempting words,
but my heart said let me be,
and he left right after he heard.

I just need some time,
and time is what I got.
That clock chimed,
His plane came for him and he left.

As I watched him fly away,
A tear ran down my cheek,
And suddenly on that cloudy day,
I found the words coming from my lips and I could finally speak.

The words I shouted into the rain,
they were helpless now that he was gone,
they were filled with a loss so deep that I could feel the pain.
What if what I had done was wrong?

I let him go off to fight in the war,
He said it was what he needed,
He said he had to settle the score.
And I could not stop him, no matter how I pleaded.

For every sunset that you missed,
for every moment that passed by,
I'll wrap everything up in a sweet long kiss,
and then just hold on and cry.

Now here I sit on this hill alone,
you are here in my heart,
you are still here at home,
And in that special way we will never ever be far apart.


Loosing Touch

I find myself slipping,
slowly each day.
There is nothing to keep me here,
from slipping away.

I am sick of falling,
And getting back up.
After all this stalling,
I have had enough!

Now what would you say,
If I let go from this slender thread?
Would you not care at all,
if I ended up dead?

So why do I keep struggling,
up this mountainous hill?
Is it because I think you will feel sorry for me?
Or maybe, it’s because I think you will love me still.

Well Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm wrong,
But one thing remains,
I will always be strong.

For in my heart I know,
you should have never have come back,
and now that you're here,
you continue to hack.

Slowly each day,
I feel like I'm dying,
Because of you,
Now I'm laying here crying.

Go away forever and never come back!
I hate you for what you did to me,
so leave me alone now,
and then maybe you'll see.
You disgust me!




Tortured Soul

I'm shy, I'm quiet, I'm an angel in disguise.
I'm loud, I'm noisy, I'm a devil inside.

You think I'm an angel so let’s make a bet,
because if that's what you think, you don't know me yet!

I look like an angel and act like one too,
but you never know what this angel will do!

I love you.
You break my heart into a thousand tiny pieces and say it’s because I deserve better.

So take this razor and sign you're name across my wrists,
so everyone will know who left me like this!

I clipped cupid's wings so he couldn't fly,
all because you made me cry!

Find a razor blade, put it to my skin.
Push then drag back and forth, wait for the bubble of blood, then enjoy it, then do it again!!!!!

Did I tell you that I'm sorry?
Cause I'm sorry. I'm a liar, I'm addicted, I'm so tired, but I missed it.
I said that I wouldn't.

That's not what I need!
But I wanted so badly to watch myself bleed.

I can't cry, but I still can't make the tears dry.
And I'm sorry that I lied to you.

But I meant it when I said it, just like I always do.
I'm always depressed,
I don't know why I'm always lonely,
I wish I could kill myself.


False Love
Love is despair and heartbreak.
Love is not joy and happiness,
it creeps up on you like a parasite and when it leaves,
it leaves an aching pain in your heart.

When I hear the word love,
I do not think of happiness and joy,
but darkness and pain,
for it leaves just that when it is gone.

 

 

Sweeping Out the Cobwebs

I remember the time you spent with me,
all of those happy little moments,
knowing it would only end in insanity.
So I let the madness commence.

At first it was nice,
it seemed like nothing could ever go wrong.
Then my world shattered and turned to ice,
like the sudden crashing end of a perfect unending song.

You said it would never work,
so why did I listen?
You ended up being a jerk,
and leaving me to stare alone at my torn wrists,
as in the sunlight they glistened.

So now I sit here alone in this cold unfeeling room,
thinking only of you.
When I think I am alone I seeing a broom.
I walk over silent, knowing it will not help,
it’s just another thing someone else left to do.

I look at the broom's handle and notice something,
there are carving of names.
People have carved their them there to show I am not alone, and that I can do one thing.
Sweep up these terrible remains.

When all is cleared and all is gone,
I stare around myself in wonder.
The room is no longer dark, the shades have been drawn.
There is nothing left to hide under.

So simply was I to break apart,
I never saw inside my own heart.
In the dark I got lost,
And at a terrible cost.

My life was torn,
And now it is fixed,
I do not mourn,
Instead I am left to finally live in peace.

 

The words have been drained from this pencil

Sweet words that I want to give you.

And I can't sleep

I need to tell you

Goodnight.

When we're together I feel perfect

When I'm pulled away from you I fall apart.

All you say is sacred to me.

Your eyes are so blue, I can't look away

As we lay in the stillness

You whisper to me;

"Baby, Marry me.

Promise you'll stay with me."

Oh you don't have to ask me.

You know you're all that I live for.

You know I'd die just to hold you,

Sat with you.

Somehow I'll show you

That you are my

Night sky.

I've always been right behind you.

Now I'll always be right beside you.

So many nights I'll cry myself to sleep.

Even though you love me I can't love you back.

I never thought I would say that.

I just cannot marry you.

 

 

In utter despair I lay here in this hospital bed.

So much to fear, the endless beeping in my ear. So close to the end.

Blackness wells inside of me, and I wish so much for it to leave

But then, this was my only friend, this black despair.

I feel my heartbeat subsiding, someone near crying,

My breath fades, and I'm left all alone with my one and only friend.

I expected to see hope, or a light, or an angel

But none, only a deep blackness, an ever-deepening sorrow,

And Longing for something...

I remember the crying, after an eternity. Who had been crying, for me?

And then I saw the face of someone who I knew

Someone so familiar, his name was on my tongue

And I couldn't stop saying it, I knew that the longing was gone.

Oh and the name was there, what was it?

Black Despair.

 

Innocent lullaby.

You started with me,

You hear me all day

At night when I'm near

You hear me say

"Don't be afraid,

When the light comes to play

Remember the darkness that is me

Don't cry now

I'm here for you"

You've been with me

Watching me entwine your heart

You've taken my soul

With your loving art

Just let me whisper:

"Don't be afraid,

When the light comes to play

Remember the darkness that is me

Don't cry now

I'm here for you"

The light bothers you no more

I'm always here.

And never, never have you once shed a tear.

Please let me sing:

"Don't be afraid,

When the light comes to play

Remember the darkness that is me

Don't cry now

I'm here for you"

Because you know I'm there for you, to.

Take you, embrace you,

Because I promised.

You started with me,

You hear me all day

At night when I'm near

You hear me say...

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Random Philosophical Poems of Mine
Endearingly the sounds of the night call to me sweet words caressing my mind, taking away my troubles and cleansing my soul. Lovely the night seems to be. How can such beauty be so misunderstood? They say that the night is a horrible place. Humans chase the dark beauty away with light, thinking and deluding themselves into believing that the night's beauty, grace, elegance, and sweetness is horrifying. If only they would learn to see it, to hear the call of the night, to feel the pure exhilteration that it gives to those who know how to not shove it away...
 
The lonlieness in my breast seems to wheigh more and more each day. I try to heft by burden and each time it comes closer to spilling all about the path on the journy that I must take. I feel it slipping from my grasp, and if it falls, all will be lost. And I cannot share this burden, for this is something to be dealt with alone. My horrible secret is so close to making me fall, to have me slip along the path when others are near, to spill itself out into the world so that others will turn away, or try to help, or just ignore me for the rest of my life, and I cannot let that happen. But how will I save myself from such a fate?
 
Ten thousand years and I shatter. All the shards of me after all these years, and I still am here. I wait for your call, and here I am, here in this dark cold stillness. I lay here among shards of myself, and cry out. I long to hold you again. I am no longer shards, but a whole being, unbroken and strong. I look back at myself and see what I was. Shattered pieces of a mirror, showing the world what they wish to see. Now I am my own self. No more mirrors, but now a mask which I hide behind to guard my secret.
 
It seems as though so much of any plan that I see or know has some flaw. Or perhaps I am the flaw. Whatever the case, I cannot look at anything without seeing it's inevitable destruction. It horrifies me, and intregues me as well. Why is it some of the most monsterous things are interesting? Is it because we as people cannot concieve of it, or we simply do not see what is from day to day? I haven't the slightest in ideas. Monstrocity or no, impending doom will befall all. If only you could see...
 
Darkness, is a wonderful thing, and people all the time push it away with nothingness, senseless, pointless violence, sex drugs, lies... Cruel evil people who destroy so much when true peace, and fufillment is so near, if only they stopped to look around and see what really is.... The truth is so close, and yet people wrap themselves up and tuck themselves away so that they do not see, and search for such peace through blindfolds and they will never find it....
 
The highest mountains are the one that may kill us, so why chase them? Touch the sky in your dreams. Or climb a low mountain, feel it's lovely breezes, watch the rolling hills, the grassy plains, stay safely near the sky and ground, reach up and touch the sky, but stop just before the silken material touches your fingertips, look at the clouds, kiss the sweet milk of the moon, and live on in a dream...
 
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