Dead i feel, yet i live
Undead i am, condemned.
To live, in a world which
understands me not.I
do notbelong here,
Yet never have i felt,
More at home than here
I face pain here, Sorrow
I cannot leave.
I am bound here, By flesh
By blood, By love and hate
Revenge, so sweet in its glory
I revel in its feel.
Its mystic, hypnotic touch.
The very desire binds me.
The ecstasy it begets.
The pleasure it spawns.
But yet, who am i to judge?
This world and its peoples.
They live here, they hate
They do not love.Yet when they do, Oh!
So beautiful does the world seem,
Wonderous and joyful.
But it is just passing.
It will be taken away.
In a crash of thunder.
Just as life is taken away at death.
The bells are tolling far far away,
They will never stop.
They call in the new age.
And, thus does it go on.
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