waiting for it to blink,
I can hear the words it tells me,
Unknowing, Unwilling,
To accept those words,
I'm breathing heavy now,
I'm scared to look away,
I afraid to wake up from this trance,
To face this real world.
The moon speaks again.
Its voice so strange. Telling me the end is near. All the pain will end.
I'm afraid of the moon's words.
But it's so comforting to know i will die.
But I'm scard to die alone, in this crule world.