when all is asleep
I'll be the one howling in the cloudy moonlight
tears rolling down my face as I scream into the night
this pain wouldn't hurt so bad
If there were a warm-blooded breath
who would stand by my side
and harmonize the dark music
that will seep into the hollows
and chill to the very bone
of even the strongest of creatures
for not even the streams can mistake
the sounds of a tortured heart