Like a vampire laughing at the sunrise,
daring the light to shine and burn the skin
with the holy, blessed rage of Heaven's inferno.
I sit here unknowing, unable to un-imagine
the warmth of the daytime; of things sublime
to all these ancient senses once bound
by a false servant of the angels.
Perhaps, I will turn to ashes
when next your gaze falls on me;
or maybe I will fall to pieces
such as I have been through
all these nights being blind to you.
Like a vampire laughing at the sunrise—
at the certainty of one's own demise
and the inevitability of coming to terms
with The Great Unknown.