A Life Of Decadence
By Spike
A life of decadence.
A vampireıs only wish.
Decadence and death.
Destruction, hunger, the bloodlust.
Humiliation of the lesser breeds. To see the humility of the human as they beg forgiveness from their unforgiving lord. Their lord is as dark as we, the children of the night. Yet they still plead, dribbling as their life force is sucked from them. A beautiful sight before my own eyes.
I revel in their pitiful displays of faith. I long to dance in their blood and make a mockery of their god. Your "God" cannot save you. Your god is a pathetic ideology when compared to me.ı I would say.
It would be an arrogant assumption, but an arrogant assumption that would hold true. For I would take their life and watch as they waited for their god to save them.
I would laugh uproariously when they realise there is nothing out there.
Nothing but death, destruction, doom and nothing more.
Life is not about happiness, it is about survival. And they failed to make the grade. They failed to move onto the next level.
In the end itıs just failure.
You may ask me how I know this, and I will give you a true and honest answer.
I am one of the many who failed, but instead of staying at the same level, in limbo, so to speak, I was demoted and allowed to carry on with this meaningless existence. I continue to liveı, to take lives, to be, what has pretentiously been called, a vampire.
You may also ask why, if there is no meaning, no such thing as happiness, do I strive to continue to live and enjoy myself. And again I will answer truthfully.
There is no answer.
Nothing at all matters, there is no love, no hate, no force behind my existence. Utter curiousness, perhaps. But that would not explain much of anything. Maybe something within me seethes and rages, that I have been given another chance to live in this vile and corrupt world.
And again I would be wrong. I do know however, that there is no one answer for everyone. Everybody makes their own answer, and if they are content with that, so be it. If they strive for one definitive answer for all, they will but surely fail. And thatıs what life is about.
Failure.
That is my answer to the question.
Failure asks no questions.
Failure tells no lies.
But failure is always there, breathing down our necks, urging us on.
Itıs a race, thatıs what it is. We strive to be better than our fellow man. That is another reason. We run throughout life, going from here to there, and not really knowing why, only knowing that we must.
The whole idea of one definitive meaning is laughable.
There is no one meaning, Iıll reiterate. Do what you must to disprove me, and youıll fail. Thus proving me right.
And as I look into your eyes, as your breath begins to gurgle at the blood flowing into your once clean airways, Iıll brush the hair from your eyes and tell you that I lie.
There is one true meaning, my child. One meaning to all of it. You see....ı And Iıll trail off as you breathe your last breath.
A laugh will begin in my chest and reverberate down to my stomach. And Iıll stand and let your head bang heavily into the ground. And Iıll walk slowly away chuckling that in your last moments alive, I gave you hope, and cruelly snatched it away again.
Failure, Iım always right.ı
And my dark figure will swagger arrogantly away.
For this is truly a life of decadence.
End
