The moon rises as the sun goes down. Life as I know it is ending. It's changing and I can't stop it. Every time darkness covers, 30 days of nights takes over my soul. The beast underneath used to e so beautiful. The beautiful vampire unmasked by the darkness, able to be free and live without judgement. But then it all changed, and a new moon rises as the old sun morphs into a new shade of red. Now as the sun dies ending the day of light and happiness the darkness of the blue moon attacks the sky. Swallowing all hope down to the belly of hell. Hope is lost and my inner beast uncovers a new kind of face, a mask of terror. A mask of a monster, one to fear. How can I get back? How can I return to the old me? Home is lost. I can't change once it begins. Killing those close and then those far. I can't go back until I've sold my soul. I can't go home. The world is new, an age of hell. If I die here today, will it all end. Or will everything just restart and my immoral soul will continue to rip apart everything I once held close. Even if I find my way back I know that I won't be able to open the door. The building six feet under I know that it's over. I've lost. It was never a game I could have won. I'm done. I'm finished. I'm defeated. I'm the monster I never wanted to become.