Current mood:

I wake as if from a dream. The world around me new yet familiar. For a thousand years I have slept it would seem. This is not the man who I once saw in the mirror. His eyes see things that I have not known. His heart beats with blood hotter than mine. Memories a shamble ruined and strewn. What a strange pallete for which to dine. The winter air burns in his throat as I run out the door. Fires in my soul tear his body apart. Smoke bleeds from his eyes as the sun warms me. A last blanket of warmth before I surrender my heart. One last kiss before I turn and flee.