Twinrova

Drowning in the bay of nightmares
Bleeding the dreams of the moribund
I am byzantine nothingness
The silhouette king
Subordinate construct tombs
For when you wrest the life from my chest
And she said
«I promise the moon that we’ll make it back
And we will sleep safely tonight.»
But what happens when we take a wrong turn
And end up stranded?
Stranded, nothing to see for miles
Does this mean you lied?
Or does this prove my ambivalence?
Stranded, abandoned, lost
Because nothing you promised
Is here to keep me alive anymore
Stranded, abandoned, lost