Damnation's Mind

If death is becoming of me,
To embrace this familiar shade of black,
Within this blinding night.

The mortal's solitude,
That they so quickly call "loneliness",
Sickens me greatly.

They do not know the meaning of loneliness.
Not like I do.

How long must I sleep here?
This abomination against existence,
Lying within me, now dormant,

Lest the moon, my sun,
Calls me to arise again,
Again a creature of night.

Like a blackened phoenix I will rise,
To the night, burnt by my homely flames.

But for now, my body rests,
Left only in unrestrained thought,
The morbid thoughts I fought once to repress.

The mortals I drank, the Evil Doers,
A race of the slandered and downtrodden,
My thirst alleviated their poisons.

To think that I may never know such peace,
Breeds the writhing hateful monster inside me.

Perhaps I should rise once again to the sky,
My thirst for Dark Blood is great,
Even though it will never be relinquished.

I could soar once again through stars,
No need for wings, no need for strength,
Just will.

No. I have not slept long enough,
The world is still too corrupt, perhaps soon.

But not now.

For now, I stay asleep, for wont of a better time.