Open your eyes, Fade away

Taken along a memory, about as long as my fang when I’m feeling vicious...*smirks*. These memories cursed, as long as my life, or lives as endless as my pallor. Saved from death, sent from life, a befitting limbo after I describe it.

Buildings are sparse, as often as I find substance. Then the left over grottos are as often as my thirst, and as willing to be the cause of a temporary fury. Light...*squints upward, the bright, noon sun glaring off a glassed supernatural*...peace over darkness, a lingering warmth for my cold...an impossible goal to ever top the hill, this envisioned victory.

Startling where I look around, wherever I am, stammering wisdom to a rooting bird. Across the beach I censor other voices, singing voices...and the company of drums. The party of youth surrounds me.

A young world, ever lonely to me a fossil. A freedom, to love no one...having no enemies, because they would be otherwise...who act a friend to me. A persona always to remind them of their mortality. *Sighs, running his fingers through his hair*.

*Looking down...as the sand’s lifted by the sea’s breeze reaching the boardwalk* a creature of darkness who loves the sun...amends for what I can no longer bear. Exposed to the lovely bikinis and the rock-solid surfers...able to look and be seen, to flirt and to smile. The romance of my many foreign tongues to woo, an aged old scent to draw them...a cologne unmatched or captured in the modern, science labs. *Smiles as he remembers his latest indulgence*.

And to return to what when it’s over? My barren riches without them when they go. How long can it be so, however many please themselves from my pleasures. A group, some exotica, or a smooth canine lupine in my bed? *Shakes his head as if to clear it...then lifts his head with a mirror in his eyes, a broken down palace and forever beautiful. Especially now when the marbled tear falls. Blood and wine where water meshes with blood*.

A beggar's song, no different for me, the immortals damnation to have to try longer...to complete the void that was left for them to fill. Distinguishable, an alien to compassion for the mortal’s with whom we lie. Strange...*he slides a finger along the splintered wood along the walk* so tender, but who’s more to the core? Without we’ve our strength to shower...to protect....to destroy...and the mortal’s they persist to evade clever, or yearn...because they’re desperate to feel something.

*Lifts his eyes, the dusk coming* another day’s past and I was able to pace through for its entire. Patience for an eternity to wait, another day to contemplate where tomorrow I shall take myself, my hunt...these thoughts of mine my constant companions.