Suspended in Dusk

“Damn me Father, for I must sin…”
Four centuries of this damned immortality
Yet, I did not ask to be made. Why?
I will never again know your sun upon my face
Or the comfort of a grave
I am not alive and I am not dead
This is Hell on earth
How can I possibly explain this eternal youth?
When I can do nothing, but sit by
As my loves grow old and wither
And with each of them, take a fragment of my heart
And prolong this eternal winter
It is October’s perpetual agony
It is the shadow realm
Father, please forgive him
For he knows not what to do
With every victim I pray
pray for my own death
And as much as I love the night
I curse the moon’s eerie glow
This bloodlust that drags me to forever
and ever
The toxic rays of dawn that condemn me to limbo
I am cursed to dwell in grey Autumn twilight
I am suspended in dusk
Father, please forgive him
For he knows not what to do

Peter Steele 1962 -2010

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About Misterkristoff

New York Times and Internationally Bestselling SciFi/Fantasy author, and master of drunken karaoke-fu. View all posts by Misterkristoff

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