As my immortality grows time stops under me. I feel as though i'm alone, noone is here to comfort me. My immortality is unbalanced, my taste for blood grows as I age. My appearance is fourteen but, my age is seventeen. The cold flesh at what humans call skin I call a sign. The warmth never stays. The vampire inside me is awake and is taking control. The day will come when i must die but, until then im here, THE WALKING DEAD.