This poem is about a Vampire, and his last thoughts...
"Black Rose"
All around I see Death and Pain with no sign of ending. It pierces my soul to find I have caused so much of it. Why am I like this? I am a cold Dead creature of the night. Constantly in lust for Blood. I will drain you of your Pain, Hate, and Anger. All this by two holes in you neck. As the Blood flows deep and rich in taste, it brings along all your suffering. But why? I have been given a new life. A new beginning. To do whatever I want, with a few circumstances. The sun of which I have now grown to hate, was one of the pleasures of life I never realized. Now as I am who I am, this light kills every part of me and my soul. A cross kills the soul as for He has turned His back on me. I am not god's child, I am not your child, I am not any Humans child either. I am a child of the Darkness, a child of Evil, I am a child of the Devil. But is that why? Why your Hate, Anger, Pain, and Sorrow all come to me? It must be. For in my time, I caused all of these. Mostly to the people who didn't deserve it. They were all good and loving people and all I did was tare them apart. Piece by piece their souls and hearts were utterly and completely destroyed by the person I became. I take their Pain, Hate, Anger, and Sorrow because I caused them all. I must live with them until the very end. Its not that I don't deserve it, its that I wish I never caused it. Of all the in the world, I was cursed to walk its surface until the end and then go down. This curse was brought to me only by myself, no one else. To me, everyone is a rose. Full of life, love, and joy. I'm in the middle of them. Cold, Dead, and Black. A Black Rose. A rose full of Hate and Pain. Feeding off the rest to survive. Picking them off one by one. It use to be for my own pure enjoyment, but not anymore. It is something that I have to live with now because I choose to live my life like that. The Death I caused and the Pain I gave brought me a life I always wanted. But after it grows, and grows, and grows, it becomes unbearable. The Pain cuts deep into my wrists, and the Blood does not let the Pain free, it brings more into me. I can't take it anymore. This is not the life for me. I must end this and let my soul free as with the souls I have taken. I must go as I am no longer Human. A Vampiric specimen that roams the Earth must come to an end. As I cut my wrists and slit my throat. I recall all my past victims. All so young and innocent. But then there where the ones that were as Evil as I was. They did not give me Pain, but joy. Should I stop this and only feed on the ones who do Evil? No. No matter what, there will be Evil in the world. We all must get use to this. For the good in this world shall never be fully accomplished without Evil. My Blood is almost all gone. I want this on my tomb stone. It reads:
"Here lies a man
who was more than a man.
One who cared for only
himself.
But in the end he
saw the errors of
his ways.
A flower of Death.
Here lies the
Black Rose."
~Mästër Dämiën~
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