" will this ever end? "
" Of course, it will"
chasing moonlight on a starry summer night and all I can see is fear beneath my eyes.
The horror of my soul getting crushed deep into the hells of reality. I thought it was someone else, that it was the result of something I don't own.
But I was wrong, every season lied to me.
They told me stories of heroes that didn't even exist, the false hopes they injected deep within my skin and the story of perfection they painted on me.
I fear myself, the god of all errors and love.
Let this sky be the witness that I tried to conquer, let the stars be my friends to vouch for my innocence because im all love not the bitter vengeance.
Ever seen someone and felt like it's going to be a trainwreck if you lose them? Do you ever fathom the reality to be a simulation? Do you dare to question the answered puzzles? Are you even alive!?
I'm chasing moonlight on a starry summer night and all I can see are shadows lurking in my lights.
My knees are bleeding from the prayers I've done, I beg all day and night and yet god choose to kill me on sight. Justice remains the barn dog and the bribe is still the dark horse, will there ever be peace? Or it is normal to have wars?! Leaders are heavy on people and people are heavy on rights. No one questions our daily fights. Oh to live and cease is a hard bargain to toss, you can slit your throat and yet they'll call it god's call.
What a time to be alive and live under the rock,
I'm chasing moonlight on a starry summer night and all I can see is a pain in our lives.
So this it then? This is how it'll end? I don't know the answers but the will inside of you do.
Fear is a tool and can you yield it to not be a fool?
Behind the curtains of death lies a paradise of salvation.
So are you afraid to defeat yourself and rather just die? I know it's been hard but can you at least try. Sprint the mountains and sail the deserts, no it's not over you should not cry. The body is weak, you are not hurt look up at the sky.
I'm chasing moonlight on a starry summer night and all I can see is nothing but my fake disguise
So what about the crimes I've seen, the heartaches I lived and the stains I had to clean. Will I ever be pure? or Will I survive?
I don't know
No one surely knows
Maybe it'll make me a man as they say
Or it will kill me as they do
Who knows, who cares??
I'm just chasing moonlight on a starry summer night and all I can see is hope and no participation prize.
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