Luna Obscura

Like tormented souls we're lying on the ground
Tears of the secrets are stained on our skin
Shall we ever feel again the warmth of sun
At the end of night we'll die like our dreams
Velvet are the thorns that making us to bleed
Silent are the moments of our own desires
Shall we ever hear again our silent screams
At the end of day we'll become the fire
The burden of solitude......
...and we are longing for the unknown
Where destiny is not a part of it
A veil of black grace is covering our eyes
Blinded we are following our hearts...
Oceans of past