Dying To Be...

It's been years since love
has fought my hateful heart;
a cold cavity in my chest
like the rotting teeth in my head.

I've always been attracted
to the ones I can't have,
too far away to touch,
too beautiful for such a beast
to want in his bed; torn to shreds.

Made of bones and cursed
by the dead to live
my nights under the full moon
howling for love to save me.

If only they knew how many wishes
I've wasted on trying
to feel human again;
alone in my own nightmare
falling for the shadows that be.