Blinking in the moonlight,
I refuse to sleep.
Now I’m here,
Alive and dead still,
Brought forth by an uncaring light.
It still purges the night,
Makes demons wail,
But to me that’s no avail
Because I can’t fucking sleep.
Cursed god,
I wrote to you a book
And you awake me still!?
Ungrateful reflection,
White bastard,
Sour friend of the night,
We shall have a talk.
