~Golden Moon~

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Golden Moon~

The rays of light bounce off my skin,
Why is it that we separate ourselves with a stigma of color?
Below the light, our blood is red,
Made the same, born the same, used the same.

The moon blinks through the trees, the lone wolf howls, 
My inner demon crawls out but I keep it inside.
Isn't that what I've always done?
Uses all the energy up before it rampages again?

Everyone's demon plagues them, mine quite frequently.
But all we can do is look for the moon and hope for the best.

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