Looking outside through the pane
Silver light just come to blind me
Share my sorrow doubts and pain
Here comes nighttime for moonlighting
No one touches in my shelter
But old flashbacks come to bite me
Night shift started for life-hater
No one finds me but moonlighting
Out of people out of life
Secret job of bloody writing
From veins opened without knife
No one pays me for moonlighting
2015
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