Only Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Never has it left me, my fantasy of sprouting wings and flying away into the unknown, past the Earth, past the Sky, past the Universe as we know it, ending up above lands unknown; you only keep flying, it's the only way to get away from it all.

The only place I've truly found solace in is my mind's fabrications, ones so beautiful and extraordinary it makes me never want to leave them. 

Is that any worse than being stuck in a simulation, to be stuck in your own head? 

Perhaps it isn't my free will chasing these far away clouds. Maybe I have become so disgustingly addicted to not truly living that suicide is the only option I have left. I'm lost and I don't want to be found. The human expirience is too soul-crushing for me to remain.

I must set my soul free; let it fly away to imaginary lands; to lie in fields of infinite flowers and be cherished by fantastic creatures, as they would never dream of laying a finger on me. 

Then vampires could love me forever.