The Hunter

Here I am, alone and haunted;

Begging for forgiveness, lonely.

Being different, I cannot promise,

Not even you can stop the torment.

I am The Hunter and I am The Sin.

You carry all the broken words within.

It is my nature, which I cannot win,

With the bloody moon it all begins.

You see, there is my monstrous inside,

Sulking through our blessed nights –

One that needs to carry on

Killing, all of you and me as one.