idk wtf is wrong with me. I get weird at night.
By the light of the moon
The thought of death takes hold
It grips me tightly in its grasp
In it’s boney, cold clutch
My mind becomes a prison
There is no longer the will
There is no longer the hope
There is no longer the desire
Nothing to guide me to the dawn
I just continually wonder
Will it finally end or will it go on
Will I awake in the morning
Or will I be forever gone
(Source: immoralmortality)
