I wonder who I am and what I am here for

I am empty and alone

At an age out of time

Since the very beginning

An immortal

It's not easy being me

My people gone

Taken

I live on and on

Eternal

I watched your birth

Your short century of life

And then your death

Well

I like to be alive

Constantly being able to put the blade up to my neck

The feeling of my black, polluted blood flowing

To laugh at death and its victims

I like having the time to learn everything

Gathering knowledge like a sponge gathers water

To have seen all of human history

I like the ability to understand what it is to be forever

But I'd also like a poison for Christmas

A friend to entertain me

Or a poor, ignorant person

To take my place