FEAR OF THE NIGHT

The full moon of this night feels calm,
but with this calm i feel not alive,
for what reason do i experience this drive,
it feels like dining on a shinigami's palm.

The sense of assurance that i felt,
knowing the two sides of a Mobius strip,
has caused my blood to flow an endless drip,
as my existence into nothing melt.

The cold chill of the night's crimes,
with the harmonising sound of the dark night,
seems to sing the death of an unknown knight,
while the bells in the garden of bones chime.

I hear the voices of Angels sing,
and feel the anguish of terrified screams,
torn between reality and dreams,
joy and fear sprouting a wing.

This feeling of fear that i feel,
night after night i can not sleep,
till the cheerful sound of my alarm beep,
signalling the end of fear that i'll face.