My mind is slowly crumbling to dust,
allowing him to pick his way slowly through.
Nothing left to stop him,
the soft echo of his cane welcomes him.
He is my strength when I have nothing else to hold,
a refuge when there is weakness.
He is the vampire that I long to be,
a creation that aids me in the dark of night.
What I would do without him,
remains naught to be seen.
For he walks on paths little has seen,
much less lived through.
Save for me the creator,
and Hades van Alberict the creation.
He is the voice that we all seem to have,
though through time he has become something else.
Most know him to be the dark angel,
using my form as his disguise.
For if the world would see him,
it would lock me up for sure.
For they would not understand the trails my mind has traveled,
the paths that have seen many feet.
He is the wall that blocks out light,
allowing little through.
But also allows others in,
that seek shelter and longing.
Come, let me show you to him,
just watch your footing on that rubble over there.
allowing him to pick his way slowly through.
Nothing left to stop him,
the soft echo of his cane welcomes him.
He is my strength when I have nothing else to hold,
a refuge when there is weakness.
He is the vampire that I long to be,
a creation that aids me in the dark of night.
What I would do without him,
remains naught to be seen.
For he walks on paths little has seen,
much less lived through.
Save for me the creator,
and Hades van Alberict the creation.
He is the voice that we all seem to have,
though through time he has become something else.
Most know him to be the dark angel,
using my form as his disguise.
For if the world would see him,
it would lock me up for sure.
For they would not understand the trails my mind has traveled,
the paths that have seen many feet.
He is the wall that blocks out light,
allowing little through.
But also allows others in,
that seek shelter and longing.
Come, let me show you to him,
just watch your footing on that rubble over there.
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