IdentityA Poem by Tina Kline
My skin is alabaster white
I live only for the night My teeth - Ivory - Razor sharp I'm not sure if alive is my heart I am huntress - I am Predator Blood lust - I stopped asking "What for?" I am scarred by immortality Giving Death is now my legacy I try to love - They quickly die Crimson tears I seem always to cry So I bring them over to keep them alive Together - We live - Together - We survive My eyes bleed - My hunger gives me pain To escape - Suicide - It is in vain Death cannot touch that which is me So am I caged? - Or am I truly free? © 2010 Tina Kline |
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11 Reviews Added on September 3, 2010 Last Updated on September 3, 2010 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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