I Am Milk

The floods in side of me are visible to all eyes. But behind my cries, there is milk that lye's. I am sinking in the color of a pale white. My fangs, are something I cannot hide. hush I am the swift uplifting rush in the wind. Quiet I am the voice that's dim. My hunger is deep, And raging, My lips strawberry red, And melting. My soul vanished in to air. Everything in my mind, is not clear. My memories are fade, and My heart is old. My skin has never aged, and I am a walking death. for centuries I have discovered who I really am, and what I am to become. I prospered and killed all those in the name of love. I had not a doubt in my mind, it was the wrong thing to do. Jealous paths lead me to a darker sky then blue. The punishments I must encounter sooner or later will be imaginable, the suffering of living with out a soul could not compare, to the feeling of falling through air. I am unconquerable and will never die, no one can master the mind of insanity. Not a mental hospital, Not a person of faith, not a believer, or preacher that knows more about me then my self. I am in this alone. While I look in the mirror and see nothing, but a dark light, While I cannot feel the blood dripping from my chin, while I have not forgiven my self for all these sins. I'm learning to live, I count this as being born again, I am more then I've dreamed of, and for once in my life I have something sweet, Everything looks different, and I always have a hunger in the night to eat, To drink the blood of you, and your people. I am not cursed or damned, I am stronger then ten woman, and ten men, I am living the way you only dreamed you could live. And I will guide my own path, and out live, the world. and I will not struggle, or feel my self fall, ever again. I will call you my milk, that silks down my throat with every drop of blood I drain, and whisper my name in your ear while your to innocuous to hear and you die in your last moments of fear. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 01:26 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10