Soulless Vampire

The ache is always there, evermore prominent in the dead silence of the night.

It's my constant companion, along with loss and regret.

It calls to the man who knew of my fragile soul, but then mishandled it anyways.

He dropped it without a second of remorse.

He looked me dead in the eyes, and just shrugged.

Yet my heart still yearned for him, weeping in its weakness.

It's not broken, it's shattered.

A puzzle without all its pieces can never be entirely complete.

He's chasing another, a lady of the night, ignoring the whispers from my being.

Like a soulless vampire, chasing his next conquest.

He lives on with no shame in his existence,

and I'm left here, drained of the very essence of my reality,

trying to patch up the holes in my body with a band-aid.

But I know, and he knows, I'm now the monster of my own nightmares.

He's changed me. The air has escaped my lungs, but I'm no longer struggling.

My heart has stopped wasting the effort.

I shrug in the silence that was once filled with my pulse, my eyes blank.

It won't be long before I destroy someone else too.