I sat alone in the starless, starless night, Tears streamed my eyes as I see the plants wither, Loved ones quiver, While I alone stand tall.
I weep for my lost freedom, I beg to be set free, But try as I might, I never would be.
Ramshackled hands, Doomed to befall me, Tying me down, Never letting me go.
Forcing me to win, In these losing rounds of chess, Bound onto a chair, To play and play again.
I sat alone in this dark world, Watching, Waiting, As ashes of the dead surrounds me.
Hoping that one day I'll join them, But my demons refuse, They watch over me like Hawks to mice, And I have no shield.
I cower in fear, As I play God in the Russian roulette, Fearing for the next life, That'd disappear.
Nights and nights of century never ending, I waited, Patient as one can, Ambitious as one can.
Under the night I learn to grow strong, Under the night I grew my wings, I learned to fly, Under the night I am free.
The day light scorches me, For remembering my past, The deaths, the centuries, Is killing me.
I envy them, The daylight walkers, On how they can fly as a dove when century's over, While I stay caged.
In a cell I couldn't break free, A world which is doomed to chase me, To pin me down, But they never would.
For my shackles are heavy enough, The ashes below my feet are deep enough, The memories of you are haunting me enough, And these wounds that make me bleed are deep enough.
Sometimes I wish that you were here, Perhaps if you didn't fly free, Perhaps when you stayed with me, We could still see the sunrise.
Dear love Sarah, I want you to know, That memories of you painted the walls, And I miss you.
But Marley's chains are dragging me down, And the ghost of past is haunting me, Reminding me of what I used to be, When sunrise loomed above.
But even then, Before you came, The little kid inside me is dead, Not even you could drag it out.
Now the little kid is mere ash, No longer flesh, No longer fresh, And it's not your fault.
I deserved it anyways, But some nights I miss him, I miss what I couldn't have, I miss the sun.
I am not worthy, For I am Ebenezer Scrooge, And I deserve all the pain I've received, Maybe even more.
I am not worthy of help, Not worthy of you, Of them, So I let it break me.
Now I counter what I used to be, I am the Raven to the white Dove, Hard and cold, Filled with silhouette of the dead.
They who haunt my dreams, Their smiles, The way the used to love me, Haunts me down.
Round and round I go, Trying to chase what I used to be, Even when I know I can't, Even when I fall down deeper.
Even Frankenstein isn't strong, you know? Even monsters have bad nights, Even monsters cry, Even monsters hope.
Even monsters are kind, Their hearts vulnerable, Even they chase the unchaseable, Even they participate in the game.
Even monsters can be heroes, And heroes can be monsters, One can be one, One can be as they chose to be.
Keep dreaming kid, Keep imagining stars stooping low, Granting your desires, For monsters dream too.
As midnight came, I died, Even immortals can die, Even immortals will die.
I saw their fall, I saw them dim down, I saw them cry, The stars.
My stars, They who I hung onto, Slowly disappear, The brightest light fades the fastest.
Lessons are learnt, Magnus said when they die, you forget, you move on, It's not as easy as that though... It's not easy at all.
Tessa, How can you smile? When they're all gone? When you can't see the sun?
I'll never know, I'm a different person after all, I am one individual, As they are.
Most of the time I spent watching, Staring above the starless starless sky, Wonder if they're okay, Wondering if I'll be with them soon.
I wonder if up above this endless nightmare, They're still alive, That they just won't wake me up, Wonder if they miss me.
I loved all of them, I loved all of her, I wonder if they still remember me, I wonder if they still love me.
I miss them, I miss how they were brighter than day, I miss how they brighten me up, I miss being with them.
I miss their hugs, I miss their cries, I miss their smiles, I miss how kind I used to be.
But I'm cold now, Even the kindest has their breaking points, Even the warmest hearts has their freezing points, Even those smile turn upside down.
Most people don't live long enough though, Most warrior win the fight, Most of them saw the sun again, Most of them smiled again.
I was them once, I used to be like them, Until the sky darkened, And my nightmares came to life.
Now I am a vampire, A demon in disguise, I wish to be free, But I can't.
Old as I am, I still can't bring my dreams to life, Chase around like a pinned dog, Never with his own will.
I am not a warrior, Not anymore, I will not fight, For I'm the king.
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