12.17.2005

revtwentytwotwenty

And I keep driving and driving and driving till I can no more till the gas runs out till the headlights hit what I don't want to see and my dashboard is my altar and my stereo is my screambox and no one will hear me all locked up in my moonbeam of mealtimes of soulfeeding of lost and wondering and I hope they never find me because of course they can't swim.

There are games I play in my head to keep me entertained to keep the voices at bay to keep them from saying what I shouldn't hear why does it hurt so much?

They're sucking at me, sucking at my life force drinking my blood and sucking me dry and these are games that my vampires play and I think I might be enjoying it now.

Transylvanian concubine. I know what flows there like wine.