the myst slowly drifts
covering what is bliss
but it wont touch me
for i am impurity

they speak of a light
always out for people in plight
but it will never bless me
for my soul carries a fee

the dirt covers the body
but it will choke in Hades
as a fanged creature loves me
then taunts as he ravages me grey

but i don't feel fangs puncture my flesh
for i am on my own leash
wrapped over the moon as they rest
for soon i'd be hanging lifeless

beings shrivel if not touched
and will lay under grass patched
and i know no one wants to stop me
from this haunting inevitability