One of us

One of us, standing here

Is not of human kind.

One of us, standing here

Is without soul or mind.

Hides his cold imortal breath

His heart no longer free.

Dressed in flesh, his features kind

Looks just like you and me.

He’ll mingle amongst the crowds of men.

He’ll walk the earth in tune.

The one who had his life forsaken.

The one who left too soon.

Tina Lowe