sábado, 26 de enero de 2008

QUEEN OF THE DAMNED


There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable. Living in the shadows, feeding in the darkness with only your own company to keep, rots into a solitary, hollow existence. Immortality seems like a good idea, until you realize you're going to spend it alone...
So I went to sleep, hoping that the sounds of the passing eras would fade out, and a sort of death might happen. But as I lay there, the world didn't sound like the place I had left, but something different. Better.
It became worthwhile to rise again as new gods were born and worshipped. Night and day, they were never alone.
I would become one of them. Whether it was that first meal, or a hundred years of rest, I'm not sure. But suddenly I was feeling better than ever. My senses so high they led me straight to the instrument of my resurrection, playing in my old house.

1 comentario:

fernando dijo...

mm tarde en traducirlo pero esta curada, aunque hay palabras que no entiendo. jaja