Go Where The Pain Is, Go Where

The Vampire Is An Outsider. He's The Perfect Metaphor For Those Things. He's Someone Who Looks Human And Sounds Human, But Is Not Human, So He's Always On The Margins.

How Pathetic It Is To Describe These Things Which Can't Truly Be Described.

It Was As If This Night Were Only One Of Thousands Of Nights, World Without End, Night Curving Into Night To Make A Great Arching Line Of Which I Couldn’t See The End, A Night In Which I Roamed Alone Under Cold, Mindless Stars.

It Struck Me, Sharp And Hard, That I Had Been Given So Many Chances To Save My Soul That My Entire Life Had Been Constructed Around These Chances! That Was My Nature - Going From Temptation To Temptation, Not To Sin, But To Be Redeemed.

As They Die, The Ones We Love, We Lose Our Witnesses, Our Watchers, Those Who Know And Understand The Tiny Little Meaningless Patterns, Those Words Drawn In Water With A Stick. And There Is Nothing Left But The Endless Flow.