Don't need to sleep now adays, that saying about no rest for the wicked was correct I suppose. I always liked to walk by myself at night, a chance to think and be alone. Truly alone. I do that a lot more now that my heart stopped a bumpin. So I walk. And I think. I think about back then, when I was still me.
I think about how I was with people. Back when I were alive, towards the end, I couldn't remember the last time I had been greeted with a smile, or been invited to dinner. When you are a kid you hate the dinner parties and the get togethers the family throws. I would spend all my time trying to get drunk or get under some girls dress. I hated those damn parties. When I set out for my revenge I didn't think about consequences and if'n I did, I wouldn't have thought about those damn parties. It seems fun at first, camping out every night, even having a gang, takin what or who you want, hell even at my height, most women were still more than glad to have me in their room. But time goes on.
Friends and enemies die, and suddenly the world starts getting a lot more lonely. By the time I was done and I finally had that revenge I had wanted so dearly, there was no one left. To love, to hate. I had led my friends to slaughter, or had burned em so bad they wouldn't even shoot me cause that would be too good. All my enemies were dead and gone by mine or someone else's doing. I was famous among the public, and for all the wrong reasons. No one would even look me in the damn eye any more, like I were cursed or something. Strange thing that happens to a man when he is forced to be alone.
And here I am, a million lifetimes away from where I started. Still hated, though not for the same reasons, or maybe for the same reasons, just now its out in the open so people can see em a bit better. People don't remember me. I think thats fer the best. If they did....
Maybe its just better I walk alone
I think about how I was with people. Back when I were alive, towards the end, I couldn't remember the last time I had been greeted with a smile, or been invited to dinner. When you are a kid you hate the dinner parties and the get togethers the family throws. I would spend all my time trying to get drunk or get under some girls dress. I hated those damn parties. When I set out for my revenge I didn't think about consequences and if'n I did, I wouldn't have thought about those damn parties. It seems fun at first, camping out every night, even having a gang, takin what or who you want, hell even at my height, most women were still more than glad to have me in their room. But time goes on.
Friends and enemies die, and suddenly the world starts getting a lot more lonely. By the time I was done and I finally had that revenge I had wanted so dearly, there was no one left. To love, to hate. I had led my friends to slaughter, or had burned em so bad they wouldn't even shoot me cause that would be too good. All my enemies were dead and gone by mine or someone else's doing. I was famous among the public, and for all the wrong reasons. No one would even look me in the damn eye any more, like I were cursed or something. Strange thing that happens to a man when he is forced to be alone.
And here I am, a million lifetimes away from where I started. Still hated, though not for the same reasons, or maybe for the same reasons, just now its out in the open so people can see em a bit better. People don't remember me. I think thats fer the best. If they did....
Maybe its just better I walk alone