What has happened to me isn't a question I can answer in daylight. The night speaks, but it hasn't for a while now.
The crucifixes lean over this city of no bother, and the dark hangs behind me without weight. Funny, that I chose this life, even now, held to my last breath.
I cannot lose myself, because something else is already doing it for me.
The chase has been grueling. I can walk at night, but I'm afraid I'll see him, when the hunger gets to me, when I sink deep into the relish, when my senses fade, for days now, and this time for weeks.
I want to stop this endless betrayal. Immortality has hit me with truckloads of time, and like an observer, I am only eyes, but I want to be something more.
More than just the leftovers, more than just blood that doesn't reside in me. Life was given to me, and snatched away by my own making.
I don't know what to do, what we do in the shadows as well.
I've learned that the silence between footsteps is louder than the sound of them.
I'm confused, I dont know what to write now, short stories, though or just random stuff.
Thank you for reading.
