I am a horrible being.

A creature without might.

At night I flee from the light.

Throughout the city til the sea.

The moon shines at me.

I am a horrible being.

I think of others, are they like me?

Diving from the cliff til the ocean.

I have never felt love and devotion.

I am a horrible being.

Waves crashing against the shore.

I can't do it anymore.

I am repulsed by my lack of will.

Just then I feel a thrill.

I am a horrible being.

More now than before.

Will I ever become more.

Rising from the water.

I didn't think further.

I am a horrible being.

Without a doubt, I feel weird and proud.

Something within me screams clear and loud.

I am a horrible being.

I feel something pulling me.

I follow willingly.

I feel the flow.

I need to know.

I am caught up in this world of mythical beings.

And that is what have send me fleeing.

To others like me: will I ever be free?