He sits before me
Pen and paper in hand
His eyes shifting
From side to side
"Thank you.."
Was all he could say
"You were following me"
Voice barely above a whisper
Was my response.
"Shall we begin?"
I asked
As I reached for the lamp switch.
Before I could turn it on
The lights were on.
As I looked at the man
I realized his features were different.
His skin was fair and flawless
His eyes were piercing green
"Yes we can get started."
He picked up the pen and waited
I spoke of my life
Births
Loves
Trials
Joys
Sadness
Regrets
As he wrote it all
He smiled and nodded.
Placing the pen down
He stood quietly
Before I could move
He was behind me.
Leaning close to my ear
He said "Ask me anything"
I froze
Feeling his breath on my neck
"When were you born into darkness and Why did you choose me?"
His response
" I am 400 years old. And I want a soul like yours to be mine."
So my interview was my death
And my rebirth
Into darkness
With my Immortal Love.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
He sits before me
Pen and paper in hand
His eyes shifting
From side to side
"Thank you.."
Was all he could say
"You were following me"
Voice barely above a whisper
Was my response.
"Shall we begin?"
I asked
As I reached for the lamp switch.
Before I could turn it on
The lights were on.
As I looked at the man
I realized his features were different.
His skin was fair and flawless
His eyes were piercing green
"Yes we can get started."
He picked up the pen and waited
I spoke of my life
Births
Loves
Trials
Joys
Sadness
Regrets
As he wrote it all
He smiled and nodded.
Placing the pen down
He stood quietly
Before I could move
He was behind me.
Leaning close to my ear
He said "Ask me anything"
I froze
Feeling his breath on my neck
"When were you born into darkness and Why did you choose me?"
His response
" I am 400 years old. And I want a soul like yours to be mine."
So my interview was my death
And my rebirth
Into darkness
With my Immortal Love.
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