I drank my own life
On July 5
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I shall not go down the path
that my ancestors' treed.
I shall not let this madness
take over me.
Waking everyday
fighting my personal thirst.
Every sleepless night
spent in agony.
My life is cursed.
My death...impossible.
To be so sweat...and be
a monster altogether.
I shall not take life.
I shall not take blood.
Yet
my lust for blood is over ridding me...
So I do what I they call
the impossible is!
I take my own blood.
I drink my own life.
My mind in daze
My mind in swirls
A feeling of nausea filling me,
butterflies flutter, violently.
Hoping and hoping
for death to strike,
I increase my strike,
every now and then,
deepening the pike
within my skin.
...waiting for death to strike.
