14 окт. 2016 г., 20:57

The Hunter 

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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.

 

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