I know I'm no different compared to a beast
From that day onwards
I'm no longer who I really was
Carries the inhuman blood
With the instinct of a beast
Which I don't even need a heart
Using a rotten vessel
Able to live on without feeling guilty of anything
It no longer matters whether am I still depressed or not
It doesn't matter whether am I lonely or not
It has no link whether am I the only one who wished to die
I don't even care whether am I the only silly moron who think as the only one who is unfortunate
I'm just a beast which escapes death
Having the urge to live on
To see the next full moon