Another moth came fluttering by.
And with it another month is slowly crawling to an end.
In the flashing light a year has dropped dead.
I was warped and altered many times.
Within the vortex of living and dying I am endlessly struggling.
Not being trusted anymore, and every single word escaped my lips is regarded as sin.
Will I survive this time?
As I watch the sun rising and setting I can feel my heart weakening.
My strength is all but gone.
That is why, I doubted I can witness tomorrow's sunrise.
But, the most important part is I am still here for now.
I am not afraid of leaving this malice-tainted world.
I am not afraid, because as I am now I am already hunted down.
But I will choose to face death, not running away and hiding.
Such is the way he die.
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