The sun rises and the shadows fade. I wind down slowly and find my grave. Through an endless pattern of light and dark, I carry my curse. Each day I find the crypt that I call a bed. I slumber and pray that I will not see death. Then as the sun travels it's arch, the shadows begin to fall again. I slowly rise from the place where I will likely be buried, no one comes to call anymore so there is no one to find me. I simply slip out of my crypt a pail lifeless form, like a shadow or a ghost of my former self. I walk into the pail street lights and find my way to some place. I live in the night because the daylight hurts me so. Onward I go in this hellish existence, until the sun comes up and I must flee from  the daylight once again.