Blood

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Scarlet Beads

Scarlet beads fall from the desktop
The pain masking pain
Breathe; more beads fall;
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Cold Blooded Love

Cold Blooded Love

Below the degrees of temperature, I find myself rising in heat

Though you are far away, I can feel...

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DECEMBER SOULS: DAY 28,...

DECEMBER SOULS: DAY 28, PAMELA JOHN  CO-WRITES WITH WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,  " PRINCESS OF DARKNESS.."

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DECEMBER SOULS: DAY 28 PAMELA JOHN CO-WRITES WITH WILLIAMSJI MAVELI...
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resembling roses .

Love resembling roses
(bloom's ) to ( die )
Wilt & withered away
tragic (...

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Bloodlust

~~The lust burns, my blood yearns, just a sweat taste not to make haste. I see their veins, I feel my fangs...

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Standing Before the Spirit

Standing before the Spirit
feeling His breath on my face
I wonder what I did
to...

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Driven By The Night

Driven By The Night

Wild stallions run free in the valleys of death

The the night keeps them safe, the falcon looks...

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The Dreadful Truth

The Dreadful Truth

I feel that I am being watched, followed by heavy footsteps

Dark in the alleys, I can hear deep...

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OCTOBER PETALS: DAY 30 :...

OCTOBER PETALS: DAY 30 : Williamsji Maveli Writes, Cold Blood...

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OCTOBER PETALS: DAY 30 Cold Blood BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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chopping block.

She's off
To the chopping block
Called life

Her heartache
the sharpest knife...

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awaken my love ( story i...

Awaken my love

Awaken and see
the eternal life
I have given to thee

For now...

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songs by moonlight.

Just past midnight
he sang to her

By the gentle light
of a crimson moon

Songs...

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blood of my veins.

Some days
My skin scream's
At the thought of holding in
The blood of my veins

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A Tribal Ritual

A Tribal Ritual

No more, the dance to the beat of the drums

Faith has led us to the beastly heat of tribal ritual...

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fields of red flowers

Shadows fade within the crisp
Morning sun

The nightmare has just begun
So many...

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Fingers of Blood in Control

Fingers of Blood in Control

The air is so thick, it is hard to breathe, and the moon is full, it lingers

In my dream, I feel...