The moon is high and I despise
the voice that kept me into this sanity,
I cannot cut the devils stings that are tied onto me.
I break my silence, got scared with my fears,
I can’t even tell when or where can I finally be free.
The life I played, played on me and
now the voice keeps haunting me.
I wasted every second the clock has ticked.
No one even trusts the guilt that i feel.
I pull over and turn around,
I try to change without making a sound.
A requiem plays…
and as I open my eyes, everything white is glowing with light .