The moon burns as if drowned in the dawn and dissapeared.

I wear a mask of lie. To hide the monster within.

And I throw what I believe in the darkness.

Like a prey stuck in a trap.

I keep telling myself all the time, I repeated like a broken recording, that I will not hurt anyone again.

And yet I wear the lie, comfortably like a second skin.

I witnessed their horror-stricken expression frozen in fear.

I just want to see the sky. But the moon lost, the darkness crept.

A tragedy that will be repeated.

Inside I laugh with anxiousness. Inside I cry with guttural rawness.

I swing my sword so I will not lose anything anymore.

In this darkness my smile is already tainted.

Pain is what keeps me moving forward in this path of conviction.

I will release this anger with another place to vent.

No matter how much blood and tears that will be spilt, I will overcome it as if a prayer's offered sacrifice.

And I will paint this world with the color red.