The Moon Rises Up Red.
And all hell is released,
As the gates open,
And the monsters of the other-world flow through,
Slaughtering and Torturing.
And Controling.
No Sleep,
Staying awake, Muttering strings of words to myself.
Words that, Not Many Can Understand.
And the demons Listen,
To the spells, in their own tongue,
They stop, and they listen,
Because i am not one full,
But i am half,
But, the charm wears off,
And they rome again,
Walking the ground in which we all do,
Breathing the same air,
And, The most i can do is protect myself,
And hope that, the others are doing the same.
And, all the energy, magic, is drawn into that protection,
And the boundary is made.
And my eyes close,
and i fall asleep,
Waiting for the next day... The next night.
Waking up to a broken town, a broken city.
A broken plannet.
And the demons still wander, but, they dont harm me,
Because i am their own,
Flesh and blood,
And bone.
I Am Them, And They Are Me.
And i join them,
Basking in the blood,
In the horror.
And i join them,
And take on a brand new life, a brand new form.
With my real family.
Honey, if you cant beat 'em, Join 'em.
Just, Dont loose yourself along the way.
