by Veronica L.D.

Created on: June 01, 2010

"Immortal"

Sometimes I wander down the road to hell,

and with myself I bring them small souls.

Sometimes you can't hear them crying,

and you wonder which beast got their feeding.

No matter the burning temperatures,

my blood, just, always stays cold,

strong chills, through my bones,

and my heart is made of coal.

I am the less of caring.

I am the manipulator.

I bring them weak minds,

and they burn them in the fire.

I will never rest in peace,

for I refuse to beg for, forgiveness,

cause if I was doing wrong,

I wouldn't do it, in the first place.

My master lets me watch, as he describes to me the beauty,

until my work has paid, he refuses to let me feed.

I express to him my aspirations,

to me he replies:

I feel your desires -but there is something you are missing,

my child you have no passion.

When you are in love - then I will reward you.

You will then become as me,

          ...you will be immortal.

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