As the moon ascends to conquer the night,
His inside wails aloud in might,
Oh he rushes behind the walls,
Tries to suppress, suppress it all..
But Alas he knows,
He knows its changing,
He knows its the call.
And, there, Oh it begins,
Like a dreading werewolf, on a self derail,
The mighty claws of doubts enlarge,
Ready to pounce upon his scars,
The torso unfolds to magnanimous proportions,
Ah that is the pain of his untold emotions,
The stark realities of the lonely cries,
Lie in the blood soaked vehement eyes!
And there it rises tall in front of him,
His demon to him,
His Conscience within.
All this while ... and for What !
1 month ago