Mortal
This was writing in combination with emotions on personal things going on, saying goodbye to everything I am, and accepting myself as mortal and nothing at all.
I would wait forever for you
but what good will it do?
To have such false hope from my delusional mind.
No longer shall I wait in illusions
the switch has been made
no longer am I the witch you all know
no more shall I be the vampire that I am.
I shall be cold and numb
a mortal shell, a figure that's empty
I shall never cast my spells again
I shall have no faith, no hope, no dreams.
My vampire is locked away
she can starve in the darkness
leaving me empty and cold
I'll become mortal for my safety
no one need know.
You will never come to me
I'm just another mortal
do not come to me, for my hope, dreams and desires are gone
for I'm just a mortal that stands here now.
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