Help me it’s nearly sunlight,
So soon my time has come,
Been cast to the shadows,
Been feeling so numb,
What else is there left for me to do?
I’m nothing in this new physical form of mine,
Feeling so divine,
Why have the gods forsaken me?
I’m drawing my last few hours of breathe,
Fangs so decayed hanging loosely in a dry bare mouth,
With my pale grey complexion,
I used to be perfection.
This world creeps of death with angels with scabbed like wings,
But I swear I’m worth so much more,
Poisoned to the rotten core,