Left To Walk Alone

Left To Walk Alone

My dark dead eyes lost their colour a long time ago.
Bright blue they once roared with a love for her.
But times no friend to one plucked from the mortal age,
and in the heart of a winter's foggy dew my love fell upon dead leaves.

That was long ago, I have wandered since aimlessly a dark shadow,
a whisper in the wind of certain death, murdering to survive, to live.
An immortal slave to desire, soaked in the blood of lonely strangers,
and when blood stains the eyes on the moon, I cry a lament for her.

                                                                                                    spb.

Notes: Prompt was horror.