Poisoned milk from your poisoned tit. You force
Open their petulant mouths with
Invisible instruments of discourse. And you
Say I care and I love you with your
Over sweet false voice. Vile
Nipples shoved in the mouths of
Each person around you. They
Milk, green and soiled, and they are addicted to
It like the idiots you want them to be. When your
Life shrivels up, you’ll be crying in the devil’s
Kitchen as demons feed you poisoned milk.
Hey all, this is acrostic poem. I have a break this week from school so I will be working on some stuff to put on here. One thing will be a new chapter of Suburban Vampires. Take care and see you next week.