i use to walk down by the water to kiss the golden rays of light and suck them deeply into my pores
the days were alive and the nights were a mellow rythum of never ending passions
i miss those days
i truly do
i sit around in my grand coffin
counting spiderwebs
counting minutes
counting corpses
i hise from the light and engulf myself in lies
i am not a man
i am not a beast
i am a shell, of a once greater hero