Immortal Prison

One short sleep past –
We awake eternally, and
Death shall be no more.

Death, thou shalt die!

Ah, but there is a
Price to be paid.

Love may be tasted yet
Never savored.
In the darkest moments,
We may envy mortality.

Guilt is a poison.

A vampyre lives in
A constant state of
Desire and disgust.
His very nature often
Revolts him, but
He doesn’t have the will
To deny the basest urge –
To deny his indulgences.

There’s the killing, but
There’s also the pleasure;
The sensuality;
The lust;
The sheer ecstasy of it all.


No one can know
His isolation;
No one feels so profoundly
His absence of faith.

No one can know that
Delirious drowning feeling of
Plunging into
A crimson saline ocean.

Yet no one will also know
The shame so staggering as to
Bow the shoulders of
The mightiest emperor.