Time is running

As the full moon rises, hell breaks loose. If you want to live, you better be ready to leave. Run fast, run wild, or the shadows will swallow your light. The time is running out, your life is slipping by. Moment by moment, closer to the last air's gentle fade. In the darkness, the moon's pale light offers a fleeting peace. But shadows whisper my name, pulling me back into the dark. I'm chasing the dawn but the night's my fade. And as I fall, I hope you see the morning rise.