The change

Ages without desire or pain, bring forth the night and the end of all times. we find within our selvs cold and selfishness and a frozen heart that fits like stone in the grove of our hunger. we know no obligation to any, but ourself. we care not but to live with feeling in our step and blood in our veins. one day something brings forth our emotion and we become something else. something truelly worth the immortal curse.
       ageless we may be but painless we are not. we feel and everything encluding the night seems sureal. sometimes without fright. other times with feeling that never explains itself or its way. hunger becomes us and our nature makes us afraid for the world outside of ourselfs. within range of our calling is the creed that makes us who we set out to be. somewhere lost within this world we cannot know where to find the miracle in our eyes.