Shadow Of Death Poem by alisha gonzales

i walk the valley of the shadow of death
i breathe aerosol needles
i feed on the blood of the willing
i break bread with the gods
i find comfort in my star-crossed lovers eyes
i dream of redemption
where the blood on my hands will be cleaned
i envision an empire of false hopes and ethereal dreams
i entertain myself with surgical steel
i love the night and its promises of comfort
i live on death
yet i am not alive
i am full of love
yet i still hate