Was the summer of the bloody moon
only witness to my killing
unreachable, and so I worry
the beam reflects from eyes of me
and then you'll see what I have seen
the murder scene of the obscene
As I would be that morbid beast.
My sight at night denies to glare a glaze of dreaded spears,
to stare at me would spark the mark, as tragedy appears
the blue declares a lunar freeze of lucid fear
the fear this man would wear
would smear his face with blood but not a single tear
A diabolical despair will disappear
as all my cares have shown why I'm demented,
I'm drenching blood, for such a million dollar death sentence.