I was told long ago that the sun sets faster if there's fear in the air. The building tension frightens the sun into hiding, forcing the gentle moonlight to take its stead. When I was young I would sit in my empty room staring out of my bedroom window into the endless sky to watch the sun set. If it sets in a pace more quickly than usual, I would softly sing a lullaby from my humble little heart, hoping to ease the sun and let the moonlight know that its presence is much appreciated. Though as years pass by, I grew more and more distant and I no longer found myself able to let the world to hear the voice of my bleeding heart. Please! . . It says... . . Someone please! . . It begs... . . Hear my voice! Why was I even born in the first place?
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