On this night I'm in fright,

Yet the darkness is at bay,

For the shadows are lifted by moonlight.

Normally hidden by the day,


But now on the move,

I shall follow,

Without disapproval and everything to prove,

Even if i become hollow.


Yes the moonlight hides pain,

My wrists bloodstained and weak,

realizing its all in vane,

The truth I must seek,


As I start to hate,

The moonlight reveals the gates of fate.

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