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As the day winds down.

Twilight arrives.

As I push the lid of my coffin aside.

I rise.

Hungry.

But my fledgling is nowhere to be found.

Likely awoke earlier.

And gone off hunting.

So for tonight.

I hunt alone.

Full of cynicism. 

Was it due to the victims that I feed on?

For their memories were also full of disappointment.

In the end.

What i must and have learned.

Is to survive alone.

Because at the end of everything.

Everyone leaves.

And you are forced to fend for yourself.

But i am no longer sure.

How much more i can take.

Before i end up.

As something, i yearn for.

Save me.

Please.

I beg you.

Save me from my misery.

My torment.

It hurts.

So much.