It Goes On

I am worn. Don't tell anyone, but I have taken to biting myself, just to feel...in my skin. I feel like I have been put in a corner and told to sit still; in a cosmic time-out, so to speak. This is so hard to describe. I feel disconnected to my body, my mind, my soul, my heart, my master. I seem to be floating, just near myself, but not in me. I struggle to even hear my ancient language. Nothing...I hear nothing. I am nothing. It is like my world has cast me off, banded me from me. Part of it is that I haven't fed in awhile...but there is more to it. People talk to me, they don't make sense. Events take place, I don't feel part of them. All I seem to feel is hunger...but I am not allowed to feed. I am on the verge of a vampiric slumber...I've had them before, but this pull is stronger, forcing me down into nothing. The only thing that keeps me going is my love for my master. He is my life, my reason for being. I love him so completely. I wish he would let me feed...