Death Becomes YouDeath Becomes YouFlat on your back in your Sunday bestI cant help but be impressedHow death becomes youThough I admit it may be trueBlack may not be your most flattring shadeBut the dress is perfect tailor madeAnd youd never have worn it while aliveNor kept your hair so neatly styledA dozen people you never knewSay pretty things they know arent trueFlat on your back in your Sunday bestI cant help but be impressedHow death becomes you
EternityEternity(A Vampire's Suicide)We are cold.What was passion has burned to ashAnd the ashes cooled to empty dustScattered by the wind 'til naught remainsBut a memory of warmth.We walked together in the springAnd I swear to God I loved you thenWe whispered in the darkAnd vowed things we did not understand--Like the notions of Forever, and Love EternalThus we become deathForever kept 'twixt the bounds of nightWe thought we'd be happy that wayAlone together in the darkBut as we walked together through the yearsYour beauty remains unfadedBut my eyes have hardened to it,And you are cold in my armsAs I am in yoursAnd the thousandth kiss was not so sweet.No pleasure as charming as it was"Nothing remarkable left beneath the visiting moon."Said the Bard through Cleopatra.We know what the queen meant, you and I,So let us pretend we love each other still,Walk out from the shaded hallsAnd at last feel warm againAs we lie together and watch the sun coming up.
Dead LetterHe was a fool, the kind heroic drama and high tragedy thrived on. She had no regrets over the lump of former humanity who was, in all probability, still sizzling on the deckplating several levels above. Did he really think he could save her? She might have spared him- he would have served her well as a general. But Carth Onasi had thought her as much a fool as himself. He tried to manipulate her, like the Council before him and so many others, with emotional pleas. By saying he loved her- how could he! Try and charm her after he denounced her as a monster, the liar. Though perhaps- no, it didnt matter. He had tried to use her emotions to hold sway over her, and so she had killed him. In a way, she was flattered that he had cared enough to try.Revan walked the narrow corridors of the Ebon Hawk, alone. Its emptiness struck her as wrong, whatever her feelings toward its former occupants. The droids were elsewhere, in the power-saving state that was their sleep. The Mand
Not HerKid, I stopped being jealous of you a long time ago. After all, we were never in love with the same girl, now were we? The way I remember her- well, I don't think she could stand to be in the same room as your version. You sugarcoated her, Mical. You decided right off she was an angel, and refused to think of her as anything but. I thought she was a monster, and fell for her anyway. Birds of a feather, after all.Do you remember her smiles, kid? All of them? I know you won't forget the sweet ones, the ones that light up the room. But can you recall the cold ones? The empty ones that didn't reach her eyes and made you feel dead inside? Or worse- the vicious ones that did reach them, that always disappeared in a flash like a glimpse of skin under those robes of hers. But they were there.And her eyes. How do you remember them? I can guess. Sparkling with laughter, filled with stars. You've forgotten or choose not to remember how they could be so empty, how those dark eyes could give you