Confiscated.
They took it.
My life.
They took away my feelings, my emotions.
I can't even feel pain.
Why?
They wanted to use me as their weapon.
They wanted a tool to use at their bidding.
And they got it.
A demon.
Me.
Because When The Moon Is Full,
I can feel 'it' awakening,
Waiting to be fed.
The power is incredible,
But at a serious price.
It takes control if I lose conciseness,
So for that, I cannot sleep.
Insomnia.
It's never completely satisfied
with the blood it takes.
'It' always wants more.
'It' is in me.
A demon.
When The Moon Is Full.