Pendulum Pt 1

Sometimes in the twilight
The smell of blood in the rain
Wakes up another side of me
Let my thirsty for blood on
And my sense of wrong off
But sometimes when I see the full Moon
My eyes kind of grown
And my nails always look dirty
Oh my friend, but the most odd thing of all
Is that this isn’t what wake me up in the night
It’s a kind of a poem, always the same
“…you know you’re doomed to death
When you love someone more than yourself
More than the Sun who give life to the day
Than the Moon who give mean to our nights
And this, my dear friend
It will make you die
It will make you kill…”
Now, I really don’t know what to do
‘cause I can’t dream anymore
And without a single dream
What can I, an Escapist to do?
So if you have to take my life
You can have it
Because right now
I’m nothing but a poet
Who failed his best play