Ok, THIS is going to be a special post and I was going to say it's because it won't have me ranting as usual...

Sorry about that, my cat decided to sit on my keyboard and blog for me.

Anyways, this is a special post, in honour of my muse ;)

Tempus Fugit

I am helpless, do not abuse me,

I can’t say, the things I need to say,

I need life, to nourish my being,

I need love as all Man do.

I am passionate; hold it not against me,

I rebel; it is within my nature,

I will fall, please, raise me up,

I need love as all Man do.

I am nothing, no one understands me,

I am no one, the world abandons me,

I am lost, I see no future,

I need love as all Man do.

I am someone, my life defines me,

I am found, my future is now,

I am something, I am human,

I give love for love is within me.

I am weak, but I am not decrepit,

I have lived, my circle is complete,

I am helpless again, do not abuse me,

I need love as all Man do.

I have returned, to where I began,

I lie here still, the world moves ever forward,

I feel cold, those around me shed,

I need no love now, just to be remembered, as all Man do.

Written on the 15th of July 2007 in the library of my university next to my lovely muse.

This is a special post (which means I'm not going t

Because readers want an update.....

Yes I am still alive. Exams are coming so that should explain my disappearance. Anyways, here's a lil poem I wrote in the middle of the Geriatric Pharmacology lecture.... I should've been listening but I wasn't so there.

Void

The night is endless,
It is all I know,
Once I was full of goodness,
Now, I am void of soul.

The mark of Cain,
The curse of life eternal,
Death shall be brought by a tan,
Blood is the life of an immortal.

Nocturnal creature I have become,
What evil have I in life performed?
To deserve a fate such as this one,
No longer a man, no, I have been transformed.

To feed on the life of Man,
To survive is to hide in darkness,
"Demon" they call me, for accepting the Embrace of the Ancient Woman,
Lilith, my sire, the bearer of the gift that is my lifelessness.

Evil, my mission and my faith,
Eight centuries my life of unliving,
What is my sin to deserve such a fate?
Perhaps my joy in the art of killing?

Despair after centuries soon gave way to joy,
My inner demon, my soul had braced,
I see life, my prey, as nothing more than toys,
My unlife, my fate I now embrace.