Project: Inkwell Poets Society

My faith has not been forgotten

However, Dracula is not real

I know that now

 

He was never my friend

He only wanted

to suck my blood

 

just like Dracula or Edward

taking the very thing I need to live

dripping, dripping, gone

 

like water down the gutter

fading from the street

and the world above

 

spinning

twirling

through an unknown future

 

encompassed by aliens from space

and awaiting

 

I’ll keep waiting

Gazing at the stars

Hoping one will call to me

 

me the chosen one they chose me

am I the chosen one in style or power.

 

How am I the chosen one?

please someone tell me!!!

 

MIKEAL DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!!

MIKEAL!!!

 

The bite of ’87

 

The bite of 187 ants when you step on their home

 

My name is David

I want some ice cream. *cue applause*

 

I’m inside the walls

 

In fact, I’m eating the walls. I love drywall