The moon's eyes upon me
As I travel this road, never ending
Thoughts of never belonging
My empty soul now depending
On hollowness
I'll swallow this
Pride if not for ignorance
Take for granted bliss
But savor the taste of a painful kiss
Upon the grave of the one I miss
Still I must prevail against the odds in which I find myself
On a long twisted road, deep in thought, deep in hell
Will I find myself petrified?
Or am I doomed to be stricken?
Am i just lost?
Or fatally sickened?
Am I truly free?
Or am I imprisoned?
Question after question!
The plot truly thickens!