The blood moon rises,
the sky is painted red,
Its the day our demons are fed.
The stars cower and hide behind,
afraid of the sight of temporary demise.

The blood moon rises,
havoc is reborn,
let every offspring of peace mourn,
as peace itself is swallowed till the day dawns.

The clouds are stabbed till they bleed,
Its time...
let the demons feed.
The light is traded as a pawn,our brothers and sisters become foes,
drinking each other dry till one of them falls.

Cry out!
You can't tell enemy from friend,
they are one and the same.

Skin me alive,
peel away this fear from my flesh,
expose my insides to the volatile air,
let me drip out the lies I've ****** in.


Write my stories from my pain-filled wails,
pick out the truth from the layers I've shed off,
record the gut wrenching sound as my born breaks.

Let the demons dance to the music of pain,
let their fangs bare when I fall,helpless,
let them pounce when I lie motionless,
For its the day of the blood moon,
I have to die before am reborn.

I've seen tricks, I've seen magic,
where reality is turned and its not tragic.
I've seen tricks,I've seen magic,
whether hundreds or few,
the greatest illusion is you.

A tear in what I call normal,
a rip in my jacket of hope,
something outside my safe walls crawled in.

A downward curve to my normal smile,
a dark shadow dimming my light,
I've been robbed of my glow.

"Hey isn't that heart break?"
No,it hurts like a wound to my sanity!
My heart is okay,
its okay.

So hand me the jacket of pretense and I'll put it on,
Show me where alone is and I'll choose it once more.

"Teach me!" I begged the trees, "how do you defy gravity? Teach my heart never to fall."

"Teach me!" I begged the trees, "how do you defy gravity? Teach my heart never to fall."

Sometimes its hard for me to acknowledge my feelings,
its hard for me to listen for a name in this abnormal heartbeat.
And its harder to understand my heart when it chooses to speak in a foreign language.

Sometimes I carry the world on my shoulder, I keep trying to understand Everything from the Nothing it gives me. But because the nothing comes in such a beautiful wrapper I keep tearing at it! my sanity on edge! I keep searching for what is in what can never be.