The curse of immortality,
It stunts the growth of the heart that beats within me.
No love for anyone.
No need.
Friends grow old and old friends die.
How can I face the worst part of a century all alone?
It was a gift that quickly turned sour.
After all the endless hours of elevation without the release of death.
It's the worst thing you can dream.
Needles sting with no wound to see.
My blood's on fire without any flame.
Withdraw and cringe in the pain.
200 years without a sober thought.
Through the eyes of the wicked my actions seem justified.
Lash out at the ones that are different, am I the normal one?
Mortals have it lucky,
they can end this suffering.
Dead and withering.
Young and strapping.
This shell hides the monster I really am.
My soul has died, my heart and mind refuse to follow.
When the world perishes,
I'll be left standing.
Crawling out of my skin.
I am dry.
When the world perishes,
I'll be left standing all alone.
Crawling out of my shell.
I am clean.
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