You give out a low moan as my lips caress your cheek. The
stuble of your unshaven face brings an unusually wonderful
sensation to my blood red lips. As you kiss me gently on the
chin, your mouth slowly brushes across my neck. I run my
fingers through your long, dark brown hair. As I do, you suck
softly at my neck, kissing it ever so often. In just a few
minutes the car windows steam up in your red car. Just as you
are going to sneer your lips to reveal your razor sharp fangs
I
sense something and draw back quickly from your tightening
grasp. "Please don't" I pleaded with tears streaming down my
face. "Don't you want to live forever?" you asked me. I knew
what the right answer was and I knew what the right choice
was, but I was unable to speak. "Come, live with me, be
Immortal and live as we live, only feeding on the strong and
healthy. Live forever." I heard you say, but the words fazed
me, so mixed up and confusing. "O.K." I said as you brushed
the tears from my burning hot face. Surprisingly, the
blackness of your cape encased the two of us, as you sunk
your razor sharp teeth into my pure white neck taking away
everything that I never knew. Oh, know! What have I done? I
thought as a warm, red, thick liquid came dripping down my
arm, I knew that I would never be free
I stumble into the room,
The lights are too bright, they're blinding
Turn the computer on-
Reaching blindly for the ON button.
A throbbing dizzyness at my temples
That always calls for the slow,
Mind-numbing degeneration of alcohol
One drink-just one to ease the pain again!
A solitary voice echoes through my head.
Soft thoughts drift by, amost as if they're swimming.
Maybe they are swimming and
I am the one drowning in the fish bowl.
Who cares? I certainly didn't when I took the last drink.
A bitterly sour taste washes out the veins
With fermentaion-
Scattered papers carpet the floor,
Scratched upon thier surfaces are poems soaked with
tear-stained emotion.
Reminders of those broken promises, to myself, to everyone
An inconvience to those who may have cared.
Numbly driven temptation calls again,
And I know that I must answer it,
For I am just another victim of under aged drinking.