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As she ranted on
I wished her blood was something
I could buy simmer and get high on
Inducing lethargic, hallucinations
Escaping the reality tying and binding me
Holding on to me like a boa constrictor
Squeezing the life from my lucidity
That Jerked and pulled on my indignation
Wading in gory deep pools of condemnation
Erupting in volcanic hostilities of rusted
Distilleries and still this is not enough
To energize me
To scramble down and getting out since
Resting in the coffin of my biological
Chronological diabolical natural factual genetics
Verity, labor and painstaking identities
Sensibly
Capable of having a knack to retaliate
From plunging so deep into places too dark
For bright eyes to wander through
Without falling
Into the depth of no sound or words heard in
Monotone spitting loogies into weaved webs
Of xylophones
Standing out on a dreamscape like it’s the
Twilight zone feasting on blood of my own while
Twilight’s on rage drips from my fangs
Like a hypodermic needle impelling me
Screaming from feeling the pangs
Of true blood running through my main arteries
Across the tracks of my mutated existence
Still her voice plunges into my heart
Killing me
Toxic dagger entering me like switchblade
Reminding me that it’s her blood
That gives life to me still sometime I wish that
She would die truthfully
To give back life to me
That I may face the light just one more time
Knowing in darkness there is no shine
Evil is the tide that binds altered minds
To brine too
Hot to scream and too immortal to die
