begining of a story i thinkI saw his face twist in disgust
He turned around almost too quick for me to see it
I pulled away from my latest victim...
He tasted horrid
God why can't I find better food?
"You done yet" I hear him call
Thru the blood rushing in my ears...
Wow I felt alive...
Why does he even bother to help me with this?
He knows I am never going to change
Never going to be the normal me again .
So why even try?
I wipe the rest off my face
Walking over slowly to his side .
He hands me a napkin... wet with water
I make sure every last drop of the shitty stuff
Is off my face before meeting his gaze
With eyes like quick silver
Swimming in pools of blue
I can't help but smile
And of course he smiles right on back
"Where to now?" I ask not sure what he had planned for tonight
"Well we could go to the movies? Or the café? Or for a walk in the park? Or go watch a movie at my place? Your pick."
"Umm well they all sound very tempting but how bout we go to the café &
...look into my eyes tell me what you see......
i see blckness
that hold nothing
and lead to no were
idk titlethe fire is burning
hot as ice
deep into my soul
your eyes can't see
so far down
warmth cold rising inside
pushing me foward
up to the surface
need to stay
need to crawl
the frost bitten
burning up my soul
reaching bottom at last
to find you fallowed
me here and stand in my wake
you fallowed me
the scorching coldness
crimsome black blood