The Wall

Immortality

Time has a history of killing,

But, my gift keeps me alive.

I am part of the undead,

Blood helps me to survive.

I walk day after day,

Being undead is a pleasant gift.

But, as much as I love being immortal,

The moment I met her my mind began to shift.

Time plagued me worse than any human,

It didn't take my life away.

It was a killer of my love,

And it had me cursed in dismay.

Time has a habit of killing,

But, for me it did much more.

Immortality was no longer my gift,

I lost everything I love about her.

Time destroyed my entire existence,

Being undead no longer suited me.

I live day after day losing people,

Time brought me love then pained me.