A little poem I wrote about Vincent and his thoughts on his life

Am I human?

I had lived far too long for someone like me

I know better men who have long since gone to sleep

It's like a shadow, you know you cannot run

The only thing beside me is my faithful gun

Am I human?

How can my existence mean a thing?

How much misery can 1 man bring?

I am darkness, yet I am light

Do I waste away night after night?

Am I human?

My body and mind are twisted and frail

My body is my own unholy jail

I cannot live, yet I cannot die

My only question now is why?