The Immortal
watching through the past at himself
Cold dark fury raging in his heart
His mind racked by torments from the past
Living a life of immortality
Was the price of eternity,
His tormented soul?
Coldly staring at his deeds
Torn and twisted by timeless memories
Colder and harder than ever
Immortal and lonely
Faces gone by so quickly
And yet so slowly
Faces once knew
Of friends he never really knew
Faded away
In memories too far away
Nightmare or reality?
Hope or despair?
Life or death?
Not knowing
Not caring
That immortal he should be...
Ryan Hane
