I crashed out early and now the Vampire in me has awakened. At least three more hours till sunrise and I must feed. I would love to drain the life-force of another, feeling their body go limp in my arms... Their heart rate rise in orgasm then suddenly fall as oxygen is depleted causing a violent cardiac arrest.
Like an "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind" I crave to drain the memories of my chosen dysfunctional victim… Or is the other way around, and I would like to lose the memories of my damned path? Either way I must curb my bloodlust and find nourishment in another form.
Similar to a lucid dream that interrupts my nightmarish existence an accident has caused a tailspin in sanity, confidence, and maybe vanity. What can I believe? What is real? What is happiness to me? The fiery star cannot rise quick enough to bring light to the darkness I am engulfed in at the moment. Pray for a Monet like "Vanilla Sky".
Influenced by media, experience, and a limitless hope… Am I a writer or just another emotional mess that shares their thoughts and livelihood on a cyber diary? Either way this is the plasma that fuels this creature of the night. I don't seek to harm others, just in need of finding some peace for myself.
When I take my last breath, when my senses finally fail me, will I be remembered? Probably not but know like a soul less spirit I will roam these lands forever alone looking to find what can never be found and I will be noticed. You, he, she, they… like the ghosts that have embraced me. My thoughts and knowledge will be passed on as have theirs.
A love story, a tale of friendship, or family legacy… It doesn't take "The Scientist" to figure out that when things go sour sometimes it's best to just go back to the start.
DO YOU remember the beginning?
