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.
