Immortal

I pity those who wish for my life

They no not what comes after the dark

Power, hunger, blood and strife

All comes with due sacrifice

Love to me is foreign and strange

It come and goes whenever it please

An illusion, a dream,

Something that always must come to an end

As so is my self

So sorely do I please

The primal want of men

And in return they fall

By desire's call

I am an illusion

A ghost of my past

I am dead

Yet I cannot die

But I am tired now

I just want to rest

To close my eyes to the world

But I really can't.

Maybe…

Too many years of living I guess


Discalimer: I do not own the series, only this poem.