261st Post

Such wonders.

The silence of night.

So quiet.
One can almost feel it's alive.

A strange warmth.
Courses though my body.

Is that a fever coming?

Ah.
A sign that i am weakened.
That i am reduced to a mere mortal.

As the days pass.

I feed lesser and lesser.
I grow more and more silent.

And i bleed out more and more.
With each dance of the blade.

And i shun walking in the light.
Relegating to the dark paths.

Heaven or hell.

I am done with living amongst the living.
And i am done being the living dead.

I.
The renegade angel of darkness.

Awaits thy call.
The call for me to finally come home.