Imagine Immortality

I was a man.
As a young steed I lived.
Fast, hard and reckless.
Exquisite,
Elegant,
Exorbitant,
In excess.

Death I have denied many times.
Only in youth would I dream of living forever.
And that was what I sought.

In a perverse nightmare,
On a moonless night,
He came to tempt.
He only stole a kiss,
The dance of his lips left an eternal stain.
He laughed,
At this prey entrapped.
He perversed me then he left.

And time passes tempering me daily.
Friends and family withered before me as I lay ageless.
Some die with sorrow and pity for me.
Others flee my abomination.
Truly, I am alone.

And love?
Every love I ever had pierced me deeply as they died.
Everything I have ever longed for perished with time.
Everything changes.
Everything but me.
Truly, I exist alone.

I watched as greatness happened.
I lingered in the destruction.
I watched as revolution began.
I lingered to savour the materials that ground to dust.
I lived many lives through many names.
How much more to go?
How long more to go?

And still I exist.
Yes, even today.
In my isolation I am watching.
Watching you, though you may not know it.
My only comfort is that hollowness within me.
An emptiness left void.
By my undeath.

And many more will be like me,
Seeking that which I have sought.

If you think that to suffer is humanity,
Have you ever imagined immortality?