A vampiric poem kinda like Queen of the Damned.

Your heart cries from behind locked doors..and you can’t save me…

She turned her back on me…and that, my friends, caused her demise.

Do you really know what the bones are, and why they are damned?

The first poem I’ve submitted in a long time…but the words are always on my mind…here I share my love of those words.

A Message from the Damned.

Love should never be disgraced.

Walk, slowly through the field of fallen.

Hope this one keeps you on your toes….. =)

A sonnet about my childhood sexual abuse.
For Arthur H. Monigold
Written: June 2009.