Victim of Life
Forever and a day it seems
Since I became reborn
I'm beginning to feel my age
Withering, ragged and worn
500 years I have survived
Many lives I have seen pass
Loved ones I have watched come and go
Like breathing on a pane of glass
Sometimes I just don't understand
Why I keep struggling to survive
And pass myself off as something else
That is not even near alive
I just can't seem to comprehend
The point of this so called life
For there is nothing more for me
Than endless pain and strife
The life of an immortal
Is not all it's made out to be
Nothing could have prepared me for this
No absolution or redemption for me.
Since I became reborn
I'm beginning to feel my age
Withering, ragged and worn
500 years I have survived
Many lives I have seen pass
Loved ones I have watched come and go
Like breathing on a pane of glass
Sometimes I just don't understand
Why I keep struggling to survive
And pass myself off as something else
That is not even near alive
I just can't seem to comprehend
The point of this so called life
For there is nothing more for me
Than endless pain and strife
The life of an immortal
Is not all it's made out to be
Nothing could have prepared me for this
No absolution or redemption for me.
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