Red Moon,

The lights shines trough my window,
As a red sunglow,

Razing like knifes trough my window,
But not sharp enough to cut it all trough,

Killings have bein made,
Because the moon is shining red and high,

Sitting in my room staring at the sky,
To the gorgeous looking Red moon,
Looking for someon to shine to,
The razerblade lights shining on my body,
Almost like there killing me softly,

Still staring to the Red Moon,
Shining so beautifull,
Although is going to end soon,

And I began to bleed,
Evrywhere little wounds,
Bleeding and I feel on the ground,
I stare to the Red Moon and say:

Looks like you killed me with your knifes,
And I die,

I say my last words:
Thank you,

Red Moon.