[ WP ] You have broken the hearts of Death and Time , both do n't want anything to do with you . As such , you ca n't die through circumstance and old age . After 700 years , you decide to win them back , but we all know what happens when you attempt to date two people at the same time..

I ’ d danced between them, curdling their souls like a toxic poison within myself. I ’ d wooed and whispered toothy notes of passion, cooing springing melodies of love. I ’ d wrapped my web around both of them until no one but myself could unravel them from their delusions of what they viewed as perfect. 
 
 I had underestimated them. 
 
 Death tore through my lies like acid through flesh, ripping and tearing them apart until nothing but my fearful mind was displayed. Frostbite numbed me and turned my skin blue and black. Death demanded my fingers, and then my toes. Since I was of deceit and hate, I deserved no fingers to write my spite with, nor any toes to lift my soul up. 
 
 Time screamed at me till nothing but my vision remained. Deafness was granted to those who would twist others to their will, using their poisonous tongue to hiss lies and spread the contorted words of others. 
 
 They refused to touch me. Not afraid so much. Of revulsion, more so. 
 
 Timeless and without Death, I walked upon Earth. 
 
 Death did not greet me when I stepped upon a trip mine in the early age of World War 2. Death did not greet me when the concrete of the twin buildings crushed me into the pavement in 2001. Death did not greet me when I was electrocuted as a convict. Death never met me. 
 
 Time wore on, but not to me. 
 
 Time did not touch me. Like a snake to a flame, Time merely curled around me. A bubble, invisible to all else but there all the same. It wrapped around me, suffocating but not too much so. Beautiful golden wraps hovered just on the edge 
 of meeting my skin, but never, did they ever touch. 
 
 Isolation. Something that grew to be something of a comfort in my five centuries of living. At first, it ’ d been harsh. Like a slap to the face or a chill up my spine, it ’ d hurt. So long I ’ d been weaving my lies and hurtful deceit upon my two lovers. For that all to be gone in a second, mortal and lost in a world ravaged by hungry beasts in pursuit of power and money. 
 
 Much to say… I ’ d grown lost in a mind trapped behind the bars of insanity.
