Run Of Innocence
Tame the beast that’s given into voyeurs of a moonlight night
I skulk amongst the shadows watching the demons fuck and fight
The innocent are fleeing all the delusional madness of the dark
The guilty are now awaking from their slumbers in the park
These shadows are of the moving entities that thrive on the dead
The devils gods are devouring all the words the bible said
The yellow eyes are opening as a siren to the hopeless one
The delicate velvet feet give chase to the innocent that run
Pamela James-Blackwood
© Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007
The Devil’s Following
On this night where the pure are blanketed
I praise the absolute lunar succession
The arches of my portal shelter the shadows
As I scratch my nails down the fiends back
Let the blood run free all over me
As between me he lies
The blood that I have tasted a thousand times before
Dwells in the craw of my subsistence
Devil pleasure by this beast of roused tendencies
His strength devours my weaknesses
And his deathly kiss draws the blood to facade
The masses soaked in virtuousness
As the devils disciple holds me in the crossing
This deadly pleasure is a crime to my inexperience
My eyes are open but I see nothing
My darkened iris blinded by the taste of evil purity
My thighs lubricated with the fiery efforts
Drench my body in pain to show I don’t suffer
But I exhibit the power of wholesomeness
Pamela James-Blackwood
© Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007
Carry Me Into Darkness (Part 1)
Before the witching hour calls
I fall and
I find myself standing naked in the thunder
The harsh rain beats down
Causing pain on the delicate white dimpled flesh
I stand as though my day is here
In fear its my judgement
No idea what this means
As I stand surrounded by the occupied darkness
Elements witnessing
What is to become
To them it’s fun
I am one and one alone in land unknown
Along the gravel path I step
As the sky lights up with the crack
I step back
For ahead of me shadows appear
I fear those unknown to me
Their arms reach out
I shout
Who are you, what is it you want or need
I plead
To stop me from the shame
Of standing here naked in the rain
But the hooded footed life approach me
They faces covered but still they see
The wind catches their cloaks
And soaked by the rain they make way to me
The tallest tree I compare to he
Who is the creature that takes my side
I tried to flee but the other being takes hold of me
Some time until the light of day
These beastly beings carry me away
I beg and cry and ask them why
What is the reason, please stop and let me go
But NO
My voice is unheard in the storm of the dark
My bare bleeding feet dragged through the park
Through gravelled mud tracks and narrow lane
I cant continue in this pain
And as my weight falls on their hands
They stop me and blind me in these unknown lands
The cold of the rain takes over my body
As through woodlands now our journey turns
On this trek a minute is an hour
Weakening fast , no power to stop this madness
As the bruises start to appear under the pressing fingers
I hear the sound of snapping twigs stop as
I am levitated
To the stone slab of steel cold
The fold removed from my eyes open wide
And to the awaiting ropes my hands are tied
Nothing to see but the clouded moon
The rain still falls and lightning still strikes
To my calls
For help
On this night
Will this demeanour cease
As I call for peace to consume the moment
The moment that is dragging on
This is wrong
My body wet and turning grey
Yet these beasts have nothing to say
They standing there, just with the stare
Concealed
All it seems now
We are playing the waiting game
So I lie hear sky clad in shame
Not a clue what to do, but just wait
And see what fate brings
Pamela James-Blackwood
Ó Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007
Eternal Ecounters
From the tree he jumped to me
He grasped my throat for him to see
He held my head his mouth made haste
He pierced my flesh, blood he did taste
My legs had left me, stand no more
He gently lowered to the floor
One arm did hold my head that rest
Whilst other gently caressed my breast
The tension was leaving my soul
All helped towards the vampires goal
My pulse was racing within this night
My body trembling, but not through fright
Unlaced the fabric, my chest now breathes
My body prepares the life it grieves
Before he took the last drop from me
He quickly went back to his tree
Upon the trunk he calmly stayed
My torso convulses as moonlights fade
I fear the worse takes over me
I’m paralysed now and can not see
Is this death, my body faces
No more time in earthly places
A mortal life, I failed to learn all
But now my soul will be eternal
Pamela James-Blackwood
Ó Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007
In The Devils Grasp (Part 1)
Within the devils shadows
I rock to the trembling floor
The moonlight casts a darkness
On the devil at my door
My eyes are glazing over
And my hands wont stop the shake
My robes are blackened mentally
I put my soul to stake
That’s all that I can offer
As I slowly rub my eyes
The devil stands before me
And from the floor I rise
My hand has opened to him
My palm is filled in greed
He has blinded my naivety
My soul has now been freed
No longer do I own it
No more shall I care
The Devil’s taken full control
The Devil standing there
He led me to his kingdom
A thrown awaited by his side
He stared into my soulless eyes
And ask me to be his bride
At the side of him I gently sat
Hand in hand we’d be
No more worries would I have in death
The Devil has control of me
Pamela James-Blackwood
Ó Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007
Running from the nightmare!
The pace raced with dawn
Silently the hurried movement became routine
As the nightmare chased her
The fright graced her
And forwards was the only way
She ran, for a night and day
No question of where the moment lies
But she cries
The sweat and tears
Showed her fears
The fog was her only protection
But what was her intention
Where could she go in the dawning hours
The white satin of her dress glows
As it blows against the passing air
Her long black hair mirrors the flow
Where could she go
Her bare flesh splashes the freshly fallen rain
As her eyes haze from the pain
The search for Peace must begin
She must win
The creatures of the night clear her way
As she passes them by
Don’t cry they say
As the tears roll from her cheeks to the rushing
With fears to turn and face
The Nightmare
She continues the race to her sanity
The country lane is her wilderness
She is open to the willingness
Had the Nightmare caught up with her bleeding feet?
How much more could she endure
Is there anyone there for her
Her weeping awoke the sleeping of the night
A sad sight
The fear felt by every presence
Nothing was making sense
Then the sudden impact of the headlight
The silken unsullied virgin won her fight
Lost her fright
Fell to knees
As the largened figure of hope approached
Silhouetting from the beams of comfort
Her weeping into her hands
Has the Nightmare gone
The freed hand of tranquilizing use
Reaches out to her
The eyes of pale complexion fixes
On the hero of the night
The emotion mixes
As the manly beard cushions the breathtaking kiss
The clasp on the feeble sole has showed
Peace has found her
© Pamela James-Blackwood 2007
Midnight Ride
Lift me up lay me down
On the wirlderness we lie
Sssh, can you the hear the silence
From the deep purple sky
To the deep forests that surround
The secluded country passes by
Sink your teeth into the ripen flesh
And taste me in your mouth
As I gaze into the midnight sky
Smother me like blackened silk sheets
Pure bliss I cry
We hide in the monsterous night and slain
And your living art torso shelters me
As it rains
Under the headlight moon
Two body's glow as they move
To and fro
Breath with me, hold me tight
All that's between us tonight
Is the cold steel of the pentacle
That graces my neck
If this moment was a speck or a grain
I'd keep it safe in my pocket
And use it again and again
Though memories like this I lock into my mind
And you'll find, to me
You are the key
You have the power to control
Like when you ride the urban country tide
You dominate, you patrol
This is a journey we must see though
I enjoy what we would
Pamela James-Blackwood
© Pamela James-Blackwood 2007
The Lone Trucker
On the road again
As the Night Wish Kicks in
Tiredness eats away at my eyelids
Which fights the narcotic aroma
The new blood in me
Bones crack to mould the seat
Overture begins
We're away
Heading to the new
Through the hours
We are racing dusk
We is me and the lone trucker
Who shares his space
Thrill seeking tensionless virgin
The gothic aura elopeing
The smiles to face
As we split the drifting mist blanketing the way
My night wish crescendos
To the rapid increasing heart beat of the
Adrenaline stained clothes that I atone
Passing the passing fog lights
My eyes open from the tranquil fantasy
And here I am in tranquil reality
Never a moment I have had before
The night wish
Four hours of music eroticism in motion
And the lone trucker
Got me there
Explanations left at the slammed door
Two hundred miles back
He has more than one purpose
He knows.
Copyright Pamela James-Blackwood 2007