Vamped

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