I look at her, a vampire hunter. Shes here to stab my hallow heart and turn me into dust. She doesn't understand anything about how long I've sat alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune. A tune that I've grew tired of repeating over and over again. The stars were made for falling. I've felt like I've been flying all my life, but maybe I'm just dying. Hear the tune for the last time at least, In my restless dreams I have never felt more alone than I do now. I have grown tired of being cold, never being able to receive warmth. I do not want sympathy or empathy, just the sweet release of death. Now this very vampire hunter will give me that release, all I have to do is just ask her. She may ask questions, and I will answer those questions but either way one way or another I will turn into dust.

"Come sit with me" I want to be turned into dust by her, but first I'd like to relax.