I've counted the days
since I took my last human breath,
since blood, warm and alive,
pumped through a body
meant to grow,
change,
die.
Eternity stretches on
as I forget the caress of sunshine
on my pale, cold skin,
as the memory of flavors,
rich and savory, from mother's kitchen
tease my parched tongue
which now only thirsts for one taste.
Solitude chokes me,
as, one-by-one,
those I've loved
wither and pass to the next place,
the place I will never know.
I'm not allowed there.
I watch the living,
want to touch them,
hold them,
but if I dare to,
the beast inside me
unleashes, tears to the surface,
drinks their blood wine.
And in that brief moment,
of scarlet bliss
as I hold another delicious corpse
in my steel arms,
I am both more human
and more vampire
than my dead heart can bear.
And now, the one creature
who accepted me
has forged her own path,
separate from me.
She kills as I do,
but we dine together no more.
I am surrounded by kin
created by me
and yet I am more alone than ever.
~Drake