The cold wind whispers through the dark of night
And a scarlet glow shone through my eyes
It's the rising of the Red Moon, clear in sight
Clear to anyone who peers at the dark night's sky

I'm sitting in my room, in front on my study table, my laptop, giving me a view of my blog.

Recently, I'm in a mood of writing depressing poems and lyrics...... Thanks to a display name by a web friend, which inspired me a great deal.

Everynight the moon rises red it's because I filled her with blood......

--- Feeder ---

I love this quote......

To tell the truth, sometimes I felt like putting up black lipstick, dying my hair black (my hair is brownish), drawing black eyeline, painting my fingernails black, wearing only black and white...... I think I look nice in that......

But, I don't wanna freak my mom out......

My parents and friends aren't Goth either, nor are they interested in anything Gothic.

It's hard to find someone who shares the same interest with me, in a country like Malaysia where almost everybody despises Goth and don't even know Goth, probably narrow minded or something......

I shall stop here, the Red Moon is setting and the Golden Sun is about to rise......

Till the Red Moon rise again in the Dark Nights......