If I could shed tears,
I would mourn
the death of our union
with a torrent.
If I had a heart,
it would ache
like a fatal wound
in my chest.
If I didn’t already know
what being robbed
of one’s soul felt like,
I would swear you stole
mine away when we parted.
Each unnecessary breath I take
reminds me of the centuries
I’ve spent pretending
to live in this world
that no longer wants me.
The time to leave
is upon me,
but what awaits a vampire
after his demise?
Can it be as cruel
as this mock existence?
Can it be as singular?
As vacant?
As pointless?
~Drake
I would mourn
the death of our union
with a torrent.
If I had a heart,
it would ache
like a fatal wound
in my chest.
If I didn’t already know
what being robbed
of one’s soul felt like,
I would swear you stole
mine away when we parted.
Each unnecessary breath I take
reminds me of the centuries
I’ve spent pretending
to live in this world
that no longer wants me.
The time to leave
is upon me,
but what awaits a vampire
after his demise?
Can it be as cruel
as this mock existence?
Can it be as singular?
As vacant?
As pointless?
~Drake