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
