"My Heart"
by Eddie Mordred
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Full moon winds sweep across the glowing moor
mists rise up
carrying the dark energy of a thousand damned souls
and me


the chill wind cuts deeply
sharp and biting
like the two fangs that have wrenched me from humanity
and into a world of eternal night
breakfast is at night
breakfast is a human
blood of a human
thick and red in the cool night
not black
black like my heart
heart fallen cold and stripped of all feeling
cold like an insect
stripped of all emotion


except lust
girls are hot sometimes
especially kirsten
who sits in front of me in lit 101
taunting me with her pink lips and
the existence of her breasts
she lives in clifford city
population 418
and talks about keggers
and cars and parties and wants 3 kids
her dad voted for george bush
but I know
that I could bring her into my world
her soft skin
thin tan and supple
my fangs could pierce it
tasting her blood
making her heart cold like mine
devoid of all emotion


except angst
my existence is so tragic
nobody understands me
especially not my dad
who brought me into this world only to suffer
and took away my stereo
because I borrowed his car without asking
wish I had a car
but I won't get a job
I'm too special
to work at McDonalds or Taco Bell or Wal-Mart
I'm too good for that
Hot Topic's not hiring and
the manager at Barnes and Noble thinks I'm a freak so
I don't have a job
so I don't have a car
but if I did I'd drive it
drive it to dark dens of decadence and vice
instead of taking the bus
to enter the realm of sin
and feed upon the rich black blood of those
with a heart like mine
empty of emotion


such a dark heart
without any emotion
or love
or friendship
I don't need anybody
a lone wolf that prowls the night
on wings of gossamer black
nobody understands me
nobody knows my turmoil
I need someone to understand me
somebody who brings enough warmth to pierce my cold shell
and scour away my pain
who could take their love in deeply
drive their love in deeply
like a stake
only loving instead of sharp and destructive
into the still-beating heart
that is the blood-soaked pulsating
vagina of my soul