Eyes that stare into darkness
hands trembling with anxiety
Stuck in incapacity
To break free from the madness
Strong at night
Losses suffered and caused
Lives in a brief moment robbed
Haunt the one who runs away
still every day of the ghosts of those she loved
Snowflakes and moonbeams
cold matrix on which her thoughts strive,
these tangled frozen gleams
that only a drink can revive:
"please, a little silent peace"
never, anger will not cease
nor fears
At last the day is breaking
The night loosens its grip
the call of Wild is claiming
Its object of worship
enslaved, lethal, heady
Torn between good and evil
She’ll live
