What does the moon behold?
To make him lift, crumble and fall.
In treacherous hands of humanity,
One lies in truth; one in cruelty.
Propel the waves for he endures pain.
He whom words engraved, a humming of sorrowful rain.
Trust no one but no one is himself, a man.
Love someone but not the likes of one to bawl and come undone.
Sniffing around, he found no company,
The new diversity shivers an epiphany.
"Shall I devour my flesh?" He asked himself,
To felt the numbness? Or to taste the hell?
He fought for comfort,
The lone wolf cried,
The image of stars went gray,
Seek no more, a starry night.
"Ouvre les yeux"
Frozen mouth uttered declairing war,
Starts from match
Now, he's ready now to walk through fire.
