Letter From A Demon's Child

Dear mother,
How should I feel?
Something is waiting at the end of the road, and I’m here.
All I feel is cold, stark black,
As I fall through liquid ivory,
Feeling soft milk on my back,
And what it means to me is nothing,
But I miss you all so well.
My only wish, I regret this,
Is that you would never find this letter.
I don’t need any doctors to tell me what’s wrong.
I just need to know what you’ve felt all along.
This emptiness encases me,
Traps deep inside.
Tell me what I should feel,
Sometime before I die.
Like an incurable cancer,
This fire spreads within.
Loneliness’ poison runs deep beneath my skin.
Dear mother,
How should I feel?
I think I’m talking to some person
That really is not real.
Not here,
Not there,
Why can’t I find it anywhere?
If blood is thicker than water,
Then why do I feel so alone?

Forever yours until I’m dead,
These words I wrote,
Please leave unsaid.