( Warning for rough, wolfy content. ) With the moon I run//Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of vein//Showing no mercy I'd do it again//Open up your eyes//You keep on crying//Baby...into a blanket, she tried to not think about anything too much. Thinking had always been her downfall. Instead she curled up on the couch and closed her eyes, waiting for deep sleep to come. 848