The moon is painted in a black canvass tonight.
The wolves are out howling loudly as they all cry.
The deafening silence is breaking from inside;
It is taking my soul who is barely alive.
Stepped outside, looked around, felth the breeze;
The cold didn't matter as I pulled up my sleeves;
Then started to walk in an empty street
With nothing 'round but light posts that were brightly lit.
Breaking the atmosphere, a sudden thought appeared;
Confusee, I started to ask "Why am I here?"
With no answer, I continued my journey
To see what's in the end that's waiting up for me.
I approached an intriguing door amidst nowhere;
I knocked onto it to know if someone's in there.
Felt despaired but desperate 'cause of no answer
"Something is off behind," so I stuck my ear.
The breaths are heavy, someone seemed to be scared;
Through the door I said, "Let me take away your fear"
You opened the door and then, at me, you stared;
Your looks seemed like it is what you wanted to hear.
I have been there for so many times already;
I know how lowly it feels like, so please trust me;
I might not be the one to completely heal you
But at least you can have me if you want to.
Wait! I know this smell, looks, eyes - I know it well!
Why? Why am I embracing my very own self?
Am I looking back how I victorred a mem'ry?
Or going back being someone... To the old me?#
