NENA's blog: "THIS IS ME"

I AM SHE WHO CUTS DEEP SLICING MY PALE SKIN WIDE MEMORIES HITTING ME LIKE AN ANGRY TIDE I AM SHE WHO HATES ALL THAT HAVE WRONGED ME MAKING ME CRY HOW I WISH THEY WOULD DIE I AM SHE WHO SCREAMS BUT NOONE HEARS ME YELLING MY ANGER,STREAMING MY TEARS I AM SHE WHO ONCED LOVED NOW I FEEL NOTHING AT ALL NO LOVE OR LUST ALL ALONE IN THE DARK COVERED WITH DUST I AM SHE WHO WEEPS IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT...

Teardrops on the fire in a rush of onward storms Blackened flowers blossoming in a graveyard filled with stones And there's no one here to hold me or pull me from the pit And take these blackened tears that stain my cheeks so dark Water fills my eyes and masks the world from view And no one really sees this tumbling on down On and on and on Lead me far away from this place I've sat an hour too long While the trees decay around me And flowers bloom and frost Leave me here to rot and age With nature warped to black Or hold a hand behind you To catch but not turn back

My spirit hungers; You understood. Such a craving; Deeper than blood. Vampyres feast; I drink from the well. True love rejoices; I hear their bell. Come and dine; Dinner bell chimes. Delicious morsels; Friends of mine. Table set and prepared; Lets eat. Use your hands; It is so sweet. Succulent bites; Blood flows as wine. Spirits intercess; Grapes from the vine. Rage of angels; Rage of the unfed. We are alive; The meat has bled. Marrow so juicy; We lick our lips. Tastes like chicken; Delicate kiss. Blood dripping with life; So divine. Manna from heaven; It is so fine. Give so you can take; Feed me. Eat up, famished one; Bon Apetite. There is plenty; You can consume. Plenty of guests; Plenty of room.

I hear his voice, he's calling me Through the streets and in the wind A soft seductive echoing I hear it as it twists and bends. My body rises from the bed I slowly walk the path alone As his call seers through my head I find my way into his home. The darkened stairs lead to his room And as I walk with steps of doubt I hear his voice in slumbered gloom My breath comes raspy, in and out. The breeze from opened windows drift As heathen creatures here are born In Satan's sanction comes the kiss Of pungent breaches and bloody thorns. The screeches loudly herald me Into the depths of Hell I roam Until I finally come to rest Among the undead's catacombs.