Tonight I walk in silence to mourn her death and the death of thousand poor souls that I took. Tomorrow I shall never walk the same path again I shall never thirst!
Life is a golden gift from God and I have so wasted many for my uncontrollable rage. I am a vampire and what do I care? But a thousand times more I should convince myself not to.
For at the back of my head I know That someday final death will come. And for every cup I drink I'm thrown deeper into hell It's like having sold my soul to the devil.
But what is hell? Is it more than having not to die a thousand deaths? Or is it more than having to feel the pain of losing a loved one that you yourself killed?
If I could only drown myself with blood I could have spared her life, but the more I drink the more I thirst How could I ever stop taking lives?
I wish I can convince myself tomorrow but I'm afraid not. For I am a rogue, and nothing but a vampire. And that's what I'll always be.
