Untitled #32 - the price of immortality

Would you sign up for une vie sans mort?

You'll never feel hunger, never be too cold,

You'll never be tied down

To anyone you know,

You can go anywhere in the world,

Be anyone you want to be,

You won't even go mad

As long as there are wonders to be seen;

If you make this deal with an ancient one 

They who walk the night,

Older than the devil, 

They may take pity on your plight,

One who walked this world before us,

Who will live on when we're gone,

The only price they ask for an eternity,

Is the price of a collective memory,

The memory of your name.

They say not to pray

To those who walk the night,

But if this came to pass,

Would you choose carpe diem 

Just to lose your name,

To never again be remembered,

Or would you choose to stay,

To die shackled in society's chains,

But loved in a house

That knows you and your name?

- Inspired by the novel, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.

Untitled #31 - missing solitude

Nights are ever so lonely without you by my side;

It never feels complete, I still don't understand why;

It's not like I've not spent three million nights alone,

But three hundred nights with you have me craving more.

Darkness was always a trusted friend of mine,

Even when you were by my side;

It hid my pain, my sadness, even my high;

But now I'm morose, looking for you in the light.

Nights are ever so lonely without you by my side,

We have not touched each other since days so I wonder why;

They are so lonely when I feel I should be holding you

All throughout this cold night.

Darkness was always a trusted friend of mine,

And mine led me to you in the darkest of times;

Yet even though you always remind me of light

Sleeping with the lights on does not warm me,

Not anymore, not this cold night.