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?
