16 July 2012
It walks through the dark preferring it to twilight.
Having lived for thousands of years, there is only so many times you can go round this earth, loved ones disappeared, gone is comfort all that is left is an empty heart.
No glad tidings come as all good things stopped a while ago. by day you wait, wait for night and by night you wait, wait for day.
The black and dark fills your life what was once so special is now a burden, dying is like a dream, something you hope for but can never come to pass.
In the dark of night people die, people that have done no wrong and yet you take their life your going to stop you say but you can't it's to much: the smell of blood the thirst drives you, nothing but that.
You close your eyes and lay, for in the morning will be another long mournful day with you having to stay alive when your tired and would much rather die.
If you don't drink the blood of a human you turn to a statue but you get no peace.
It's like that saying "if only these walls could speak."
You get no rest, the night is your life and with it you use to strive. not anymore, there's no way to die the sun does nothing, Vampires are stubborn, your immortal and will be forever.
And so the night is still there, when most are gone and left without a care.
(Title courtesy of Mobb Depp)
Nighttime Vultures. • Opuss № I