312th Post

A headless corpse lies nearby.

Drained of blood.

Victim of my rage.
And hate.

Once again.
I am shown the how fragile life is.

But to us.
Feeders of the blood.

Life is nothing.
For we live forever.

But for mortals.
It begs the serious question.

Indeed.
What is life?

Many centuries have passed.
And the answers continue to elude me.

A roar of bitterness escapes from my lips.

Mortals flee.
Glasses shatter.

And their numerous shards.
Slices through me.

But to no avail.
For the wounds soon close up.

Is there nothing left for me.
No illusion or lies for me to cling onto.
Some slender reason for living this wretched life.

A fatalistic entanglement.
Between being dead.
And being alive.

Ah.
Such is the price i must pay in order to escape death.

For mortals.
There is no escaping this fate.
For it chooses its victims at random.

Sigh.
Such indescribable anguish.

Having to watch all those around you.
Eventually die.
While i can never die.

For those still living.
Treasure thy loved ones.

For they may go at anytime.
Any place.

May the fallen rest in peace.
Amen.