The clock is ticking, the sun is rising. The wind flows through the garden as you walk towards me with that weapon pointing at me, without hesitation, you're eyes are full of greed and cruelness, our household that's in the hills, you tied me with rope up in this house, taking my other wings for money, keeping me in a cage like a bird. I was filled with red rose that's full of my blood as you take everything, my blood is dropping bits by bit like rain as you enjoy it.
I'm standing on a rope with black crows that's comforting me, silently but cheerfully. The sun is setting on the east, the sky color is changing, pink haze, and all the mix up colors that's making the sky looked pretty.
Drowning into the music I made, your lullaby that's meant for my death, I looked at myself, is death the only path I can take, I asked myself on the mirror covering the half of my face that's called goddess by other's, golden on this side, and red on that side. The colors of my eyes that everyone praised, my eyes are tearing blood but nobody every listens. The painful screams is echoing into my mind everytime the knife I carved into my skin, deeper and deeper.
The moon is there, standing infront of me. Singing and dancing so cheerful yet so alone, so many scars are on it but it still cheerfully dances Infront of me, it shines on a dark night, and all I could see was the moon, my light that's covering the darkness
The crows sang a beautiful song, as the moon dances. The night was cold yet I wasn't against it, the blue butterfly flies into the sky, dances with the moon.
The stars are there, also shining from afar, they weren't lonely as the moon, they weren't shiny as it is, but it smiles so peacefully adoring the moon.
And by then, the night ended as the sun rises, it was getting colder the crows have gone away to their home to feel the warmth of their family, but. Where am I gonna go home? The household up in the hills, or this home? The rope is starting to let go.
But I stayed there, I was up in the sky with the broken rope, standing on it with my face high up in the sky, a smile appeared in my face while the rope continuesly to let go.
And yet, I didn't go back to the hills. I stood there, far away and didn't move an inch. I just watched the scenery, and it let go. The rope broke down, I did too. I was bleeding, but the smile on my face didn't disappear.
I was freed from the cage, the moon itself was my light, it dances, and shines on my dark home, the path I didn't want to choose. It leads me to death. But choosing you also lead's me to death, however. That kind of death was peaceful, and endearing.
That's why, the moon itself was the path I chosen. And I didn't regret it as I closed my eyes looking at the bright, clear blue sky.