Now, that I’m alone.

I crave to get away from this cold coffin,
But facing the sun is more agonizing.
I want to beg for mercy,
But tasting my own blood is better than killing my soul.
The shadow of despair has no heart,
It’s a dying song that breaks every hope inside of you.
Until nobody can hear the meaning,
Of the remaining breath you have.
I can cry, I can hurt myself,
But who will be there to beg me not do it?
Who will hold and touch my face?
Who will laugh with me after realizing that I couldn’t do it?
Now, that I’m alone.
Am I really with angels?
Or this presence staring at me is a beast?
Are you Lestat or just my ruined consciousness?
This room smells horrible, am I burning?
No! Not the sun…not this way.
- jrd.