For the past few thousand years my heart has felt so cold and empty. For just like my heart, my skin cold to the touch like a corpse, doomed to never feel the sun on my face like we used to together. Oh my love I miss you so, what would you think of me now? Would you fear me? Would you try to kill me like the abomination we were told to kill? Or would you still love me for the man I once was? I will never know. For I am cursed to be forever roaming the earth, a monster, a demon, a parasite. The only thing to remember you bye is a statue of you...