Midnight

Midnight

At the stroke of midnight the being develops
Into something and he is not sure
What is to become of him in the lure?
But the moon is full and he howls his hope.

The man transforms into a beast he know not
Into something ungrateful and evil
What is to become of his kills?
But the dividing continues and evil it''s brought.

Unknowing to his future he screams out in pain
But he cannot seem to remember
What was it to make him concur?
And as the fall of humanity proceeds he sees no gain.

At the stroke of midnight he is cursed from now on
To live out the rest of his days as beast
What was it that happened for this feast?
Whatever was once human is now far gone.

Midnight begins it and daybreak will it end
The man is animal and cannot choose right and wrong
What did he do to deserve this and belong?
Is he free? Will he ever be able to mend?

At the stroke of midnight humanity drifted away
For this man has left us all for a stranger reality
What mindset is he cowering to be free?
And will he come back from agony and decay?