My shame is the only thing that keeps me alive
my lust is the only living thing that begs for trust
but yet, my blood sours from every word you said.
my tears are carved in sin
my soul is lost in this world looking for pain
hiding from hate
but yet i will always be the nameless moonchild.
my head gets lost in these two worlds,
heaven and hell?
which it seems to be the end
it seems to have a new meaning
but the nameless moonchild shall be lost in this war and hate forever.
