gloomy night won't go that easy.
i've been through hundreds days.
but yet, it becomes shadows, following everywhere.
i look at my head in the mirror, i see  horns there. a red one.
o, shadows must take a part of this.
everyone has it, shadows.
don't have it ? well, you will.
it got me sewn. and turn me into an evil creature.
isolated, i have to. else, more innocent victims, more scars on my face.
more bad stories to be told when we're grey.