Sunday, April 13, 2008

Sweet Dracule

[Dig through the ditches and
Burn through the witches and
Slam in the back of my

As I lay on my bed one cold, damp and disgustingly chilly winter night, Dracula came to me. As I lay on my bed and dreamt of DNA strands spiraling towards me through dark, abysmal and void like galaxies, slowly edging closer towards me, he came through my windows and stood staring at my naked, twisted body lying in dream-filled slumber. I felt His touch.

[Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm]

As I lay naked and sweating on a cold and chilly winter night, I felt Dracula close beside me. I felt his fingers caressing the whole length of my body - a prelude to a sacred sexual act that would not comprise of sex at all. A sexual act that was so pure and chaste in its intention that no censor board in the world would deem it necessary to cut this scene out, had it been a movie. But this was no movie.

[Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
We get what you need, no air as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purrrr]

As I lay naked and frozen with fear and some unknown form of longing, Dracula spoke to me. He spoke to me of times when women gave themselves unto him willingly,when people had no fear of him as a blood-sucking, evil lord, when people thought of him as a life saver. He spoke in such soothing tones that I slowly felt the fear ebb away from me.

[Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal]

As I began to respond to his fantastically sensual touch, I felt Dracula dip his head ever so lower, heading for my neck, all the while speaking in soothing tones of times long gone by when people thought of him as the lord of death. Of times when death was equivalent to glory and life. Of times when people welcomed him into their homes.

[Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die]

As I felt Dracula suck into my neck, I began to experience sensations equivalent to no other orgasm I felt before, sweeping over me, coming up in waves - wave after wave after wave. Feelings to make me lose my mind, feelings that made me want to give into the blackness or into the blinding whiteness that erupted all around me. No I was not
experiencing an orgasm, I was experiencing something that I would like to call an out-of-body experience.

[Dig through the ditches and
Burn through the witches and
Slam in the back of my

When I woke up in the morning, I was the same..or so I would have liked to believe.
I walked towards the mirror as a sleepwalker walks the night and what I saw before me was something cold and pale and beautiful, something I had never seen in myself before. When I tilted my head slightly to the right, I saw the small yet deep puncture hole left by Him with the dried blood leaking out in clots and clusters. What I felt I cannot explain in mere words,but the closest I can get to describing what I felt on that cold and chilly winter day, the day after Dracula visited me, was - Freedom.

[Dig through the ditches and
Burn through the witches and
Slam in the back of my

[Note to the general audience - The images that I have posted are not my own. These have just been randomly selected to suit my posts.]


Rocher said...

Get a Room!!!

travelmonk said...

shut up rocher..your just jealous..