Poetry By Ash Mewis
Group ID: blood_teared_angel_vamp

Decaying

A moaning escapes the mortal
Who is dying…
The red around my lips
Mortals blood, my blood as I cry…

I feel myself drown
In this eerie child's song
Song of death and love
Of how I felt alive so long

Scars run down my back
My legs and thighs
I envy those pitiful immortals
Whose beauty never dies

The loneliness I endure
For I have my mind
Which keeps me company
More than I can say of my kind

This dream is but an illusion
Inspired by a mortal thought
It fades, as does my memory
I'm lost, its lost, but we're still sought

These are just random thoughts
To purge me for awhile
Each night is my day
And I carry on my way…

Copyright©2003 Ash Mewis