by JustJules
Copyright December 2004
Darkness calls unto me. I hear its voice pleading and screaming my name, asking, "Why do you hide?" I have become acquainted with it. Like a lover, it wraps its arms around me, holding and whispering my needs. I hear others just like me crying out in pleasure, others in pain.
My immortal soul cries what I am into the darkness. I walk in and out of the rain, feeling the drumbeats of each tiny drop, but do not feel the cold. My soul is longing to be released from the demons within; but for me to live, some must die. I search the faces in the crowd as darkness calls, begging, pleading like a lover, whispering my needs and desires. The pain is real, the need too much. I cannot fight what's inside. I miss the feel of the warm sun on my face, the feel of fall leaves, the winter wind. I walk alone with no one to hold.
Will I always be alone?
Is my immortality a blessing or a curse? I hear the bells as a luminous clock against the night strikes one. I feel the darkness calling me, beckoning me to it, to the streets, to what I need, to what I must have.
I hear cries come from another street, but I do not look back. I hide my face, unwilling for others to see. The night is my friend; it hides, it holds, it even comforts me. I have my immortality.
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