Sunday, January 26, 2014

SWEET NECTAR: MY ODE TO ELIZABETH BATORY

 

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Sweet nectar drips from my lips… I bite my low lip in a dark joy.

It fills my glass…  it sticks to the sides of the glass at it flows.

Warm… Comfort in a glass.

Please stop… She tries to utter one last plea as her throat is slit after her delicate wrists are bled…

The Tonic of Vampires… It brings life, yet as it leaves her body, it takes it away.

Her blood is sweet…. Like a fine, young wine.

So young I will be… I can feel her life essence flow into me, as her eyes grow vacant.

The puddle of despair gathers around the tub… Be careful I do not want to waste a drop.

The red flowing syrup of life…Her skin is much paler now.

I take it all in.. Gulping it without hesitation and my anticipation is slowly calmed.

It’s time… I slip off my clothes and step in my healing and cleaning soak.

The crimson color nectar drapes over my body… a bath like no other.

She is lifeless now… But I feel full of life, her life.

How young I will be forever… Swimming in the blood of young whores who squander their youth away.

 

I am Elizabeth Bathory.

 

 

Love Always, Charlie Sunshine.

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