Taking my quill in hand

I am but a shadow

Bete Noire

Solitary confinements echo




Years ago I awoke

Confused within, but without a conscience mind

Ensconced

Maintenance for survival




The darkness inside, growing

Snuffed out any remnants mortal

Extinguished

After-burning vestigial




The Blood is the life

A goblet to my lips, lifts

Subsist

Donors voluntary gifts




Displaced within circumstance

Reguarded, as a beast ready to maul

Solitude

Soul's imprisoned wall




By shadows forsaken

Crest-fallen crimson idol's, enduring

Immortality

Only perpetual living