JaY of The Infernal Doll Factorysavage b...'s blog: "into the boiling cauldron"

Vampiric Broth Tonight I awakened in the belly of a boiling cauldron The same life remembered is the one forgotton. I looked to my maker, who spoke where she stood "You live by the blood and die by the wood." I felt the power in my blood and, at once, understood. I stepped out of that house, into my neighborhood. And now...when you see me accross the club, And I have a taste for your blood. When you see my head floating through the crowd, and you hear my heartbeat though the music's loud, When your metal clasp collar is suddenly loose. It will be to late for your right to choose. I will drain you dry of all your life juice, And add you....to my vampiric brew. Where I was born, In the bell of a boiling cauldron The same life remembered is the one forgotton. J. Koblitz

FALLEN My heart has been broken to pieces. Destroyed by my own hands. What once stood as a mountain, now dispersered like sand. My heart was a beautiful island And I place a volcano beneath. It is now a smoldering deadland with lava covering its once soft beach. I invite you to remove your shoes. Walk in the ruins I know so well. Explore my pain and loneliness. Lose yourself in my maze of hell. I am a fallen angel. Search my soul if you dare... But, be warned, before you embrace There is no love, that I can share. J. Koblitz

You always take me to Heaven before you drop me in Hell. You comfort with your fingers as you scratch with your nails. You offer me a sweetness that makes concrete look soft. You dip my fingers in honey before you bite them off. And I fall everytime Even knowing my own fate You make me love you so you have someone to hate. J. Koblitz

SEND And from nothing.....I ascend or is it.....descend? I cannot rememer Which way do I send? .....nothing I feel this rapture in my brain Ascend or.....descend into insane. But the question is not, How I sended: but from whence I came? .....nothing I am lost in my past. I cannot remember when it's at. Did I ever send at all? Did I rise or did I fall? All I remember is..... J. Koblitz

A Prison with No Bars Current mood: calm Category: Writing and Poetry I see all thier stares, though I don't think they see me. I'm a prisoner chained to my thirst, and still moving freely. I walk amoungst man. I feed on thier desires. Warming my hands, while avoiding thier fires. Seduction, lust, fear, trust, tools of a secret trade. Adding souls to my numbers of sins, not yet paid. Blasphomy, walking basphomy, I wear thier scars. A caged monster, in a prison with no bars. Is anyone safe? Is anything that bleeds? One thing I learned from all life, is that everything must feed. Life is a boiling cauldron, some can't take the heat. And if my heart never comes back to life, I won't miss a beat! J. Koblitz