The second the moonlight, hits your face
You can feel your heart, begin to race
And as the adrenalin, begins to flow and fill
You can only think of, how much blood shall spill
Then as you make, those crimson rivers flow
The beast inside, starts to show
So now that its loose, it can never be contained
And from your poor judgment, All these souls have been maimed.
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"So many things inside that I can do without - desires and urges and whatnot. So extraneous. By the time I write again, I hope to be as cold as the moon that lights this page."
