Staring at the sun at night
A diary of the Vampire
I can feel these things.. its as if my mind is in two parts, and ive only just begun to feel what's been done to me.. Like the walls of a darkness inside my mind are falling down.and I cant do a thing to stop it, but you know what? I want them to fall..
I had a dream.it was day??? And all around me where head stones off all different sizes.each one had something written on it, but not like normal.as if a thought was taken from a persons mind and laid to rest.. thoughts of panic and hopeless desires buried deep in the ground..
Every emotion I had.. they disappeared? All I can feel now is the darkness im surrounded by.it lives in me to, I can feel it moving inside me like a swell, like blood running through my veins..its cool inside, but my skin burns? As though it hates me?
I wonder if I will ever be free? Then again, am I even a prisoner? I can hear music now.its like a choir.a choir of sadness, cold remorseful like a slowing heart beat waiting to die.its soothing like a new wave of cold gently brushing against my skin..i long to feel the wind in my hair again..but most of all to feel her touch, I know everything will be ok when she comes..
I had a dream.. flames as far as I could see, like a field of tall grass swaying in the wind..it wasn't hot though..people were dying, choking or burning to death and there wasn't a thing I could do about it...i felt tears on my face but something inside me was happy..more than happy, but it wasn't me...Lucreatia...no.....LUCREATIA.....
She's gone.I can feel it, even if not in body than in soul..I HATE THIS PLACE.there is no sound, no light, no touch, no sense at all..its been so long now....why...why..am I still alive? Ive lost count of the hours, the days.I don't even now how long ive been in here for.....there's something else here now...the grim spectre perhaps? But even his cold heavy hands aren't enough to quash my cursed existence.
My thoughts have become.....erratic, I still have my own voice but there's more here now.chattering, whispering, screaming all out of time free of my mind.memories are surfacing at random, as if being searched through like the flickering pages of a book.. this existence is truly indescribable....
"To sleep Perchance to dream"
Or is it a dream in which I sleep?
A place where truth becomes lies.
And lies.are the only
Truth left.
"To be or not to be"
If only I had the choice
Nothing left but my own voice.
In a mind of one so heartless
Filled with thoughts led by darkness .
To feel more than insane.
But also such a terrible pain
For the one I lost
And the evil left in her place.
I can feel these things.. its as if my mind is in two parts, and ive only just begun to feel what's been done to me.. Like the walls of a darkness inside my mind are falling down.and I cant do a thing to stop it, but you know what? I want them to fall..
I had a dream.it was day??? And all around me where head stones off all different sizes.each one had something written on it, but not like normal.as if a thought was taken from a persons mind and laid to rest.. thoughts of panic and hopeless desires buried deep in the ground..
Every emotion I had.. they disappeared? All I can feel now is the darkness im surrounded by.it lives in me to, I can feel it moving inside me like a swell, like blood running through my veins..its cool inside, but my skin burns? As though it hates me?
I wonder if I will ever be free? Then again, am I even a prisoner? I can hear music now.its like a choir.a choir of sadness, cold remorseful like a slowing heart beat waiting to die.its soothing like a new wave of cold gently brushing against my skin..i long to feel the wind in my hair again..but most of all to feel her touch, I know everything will be ok when she comes..
I had a dream.. flames as far as I could see, like a field of tall grass swaying in the wind..it wasn't hot though..people were dying, choking or burning to death and there wasn't a thing I could do about it...i felt tears on my face but something inside me was happy..more than happy, but it wasn't me...Lucreatia...no.....LUCREATIA.....
She's gone.I can feel it, even if not in body than in soul..I HATE THIS PLACE.there is no sound, no light, no touch, no sense at all..its been so long now....why...why..am I still alive? Ive lost count of the hours, the days.I don't even now how long ive been in here for.....there's something else here now...the grim spectre perhaps? But even his cold heavy hands aren't enough to quash my cursed existence.
My thoughts have become.....erratic, I still have my own voice but there's more here now.chattering, whispering, screaming all out of time free of my mind.memories are surfacing at random, as if being searched through like the flickering pages of a book.. this existence is truly indescribable....
"To sleep Perchance to dream"
Or is it a dream in which I sleep?
A place where truth becomes lies.
And lies.are the only
Truth left.
"To be or not to be"
If only I had the choice
Nothing left but my own voice.
In a mind of one so heartless
Filled with thoughts led by darkness .
To feel more than insane.
But also such a terrible pain
For the one I lost
And the evil left in her place.
