Do you see the bloodmoon in my eyes?
I enclosed my soul in pixels and it got trapped by a 2:00am bloodmoon.
Now I roam soulless,
searching for redemption.
Can you feel me?
I feel trapped in mirrors;
not just one, two or three…
I see a million mirrors.
If my screams can shatter them.
If my soul be freed from the bloody orbs.
Cremate me yet,
for my bones seek to dance
on the mortuary’s cold table…
Still await for the day I resurrect….
On a full white moon.