Naumachia - Tenebroso

The city of thousand moons
Stints me on its light
I am being passed by
Pearl laughter carried along the dusty road

The pregnant thought's weight hurts
I'm shrugging all the empty words off my back

Rain turns to rust
Hopes remain dreams
And I tried, I did try
Not to turn them into dust

Hands tired of Loneliness
Odd sound of my own voice
I fear what mirrors hide
Eyes shut, no need to memorize the pain