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?
