That night will be the night that I drink my own poison and shed a single tear for the first time in many lives.
For I will have realized that the thrill of the hunt was my armor built to defy what life should be.
As my lungs drain and my breath grows shallow, yours will be the eyes that open mine.
I will be still as my crimson lips smile weakly, knowing  that I had lived if only for a moment.
That, my dear, is when time will stand infinitely still and I will exist throughout eternity in the heaven that I have created for myself.