An entire existence
Spent on an acquired skill
Of learning to feed
And not to kill
Centuries pass
Loved ones die
You long to let go
But you can no longer cry
Kissed by death
Shrouded in mystery
1802 is the beginning of your history
Mortal death was only a passing thing to you...
Your heart has stopped
Breathing is unnecessary
Most would find your aversion to sunlight
Something weird and scary
Yet some find it beautiful
They long for the traits you possess...
Flitting from place to place
Without having to stop and rest
Exquisite features
Intensity one cannot fake
Such perfect gracefulness
...God! Your every move looks like dancing
I feel as though my heart might break
Keen senses
Cold to the touch
I've often wondered
Am I asking too much?
I want it all
The power, speed and agility
Give to me please
The gift of immortality
To some it may sound lonely
And like a burden to kind of die
However, to me,
I'd feel exultant
Like I'd finally begun my life
Let me join you
Make me your eternal lover
The streets are ours, let us stalk the night
All the while with one another
We'd walk through the darkness
Our auras like a black rose against snow
Formed from the very breath of night
Come, I want to succumb to your darkest light.
COMMENTS
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FallenPixie
07:03 May 14 2009
I'm guessing I would be stating the obvious that your talents are well preceived... You said you can write, and write you can! *smiles*