... darker days lie
ahead - for some a welcome respite worth four days.
For my heart it remains
a dreadful length of time that will serve as leading into somewhat of a
contained nightmare, jutting awkwardly at an obscure angle from the rigidity
of a quiet, shortened existence. And the novelty of excitation from
former death has worn off. Experience is forced down my throat as
unwelcome vigor. Madness has taken a few steps back in anticipation
of rearing its ugly head once more. My blood is thinning; my anger
has left me; there is no passion remaining. At times I dream of vampires
coming down from their lofty midnight perch and sharing the kill.
Now I am just some wayward stranger suffering from the deadly chill. |