Decayed

I had a life, I was once alive,
what's life wasn't even
a question on my mind,
there was a smile, on my lips,
on my cheeks, on my eyes.
When I had a life, when I was once alive,
I used to see beauty everywhere,
darkness was only once at night,
What's demon? What's evil? What's
ghost? What's fiend?
was just an imaginary things,
and there was no question in its existence,
I used to see them only at distance.

Never I felt like they would
become mine best friend,
until I saw my life drifted apart
to the heavy weight
of my prodigious feelings,
internally eaten me alive,
decayed my body unusually in rigorous time,
I tried keeping myself away
from getting decayed with vigorous efforts,
but it didn't left me even for once.

I saw me decaying alive
and when it touched my physical self,
only that time, somebody saw me,
that I was living with the dead,
inside my own grave,
I wasn't able to feel myself,
because I was living inside my dead head.
Nobody called me even once brave,
only told me lazy
but didn't see my eyes were hazy,
and my life wasn't a life,
I was just becoming crazy.

Time changed me and decayed me
once my eyes used to be
sparkling with vibrant light,
now only see darkness
every day and night,
Now there is nothing I can do
to save me, my body has already decayed
and now I'm just trying to embrace it.

- VampireCadence