Wraiths from Wraiths by Stonehag

In the company of broken souls
The strange local lounge wolves
We stride from joint to haunt
To leave behind our dire wounds

Dismal nights without an end
In the tightest clasp of passion
The plague spills over to the chamber
Transmutation underway

Oh, feel the phantom reach
A last caress for our shattered souls
The mind's eye awake
as we plunge into an early grave

The gods smile up above
in their orbits, inebriated
As we take an abyssal leap
Into the arms of a passionate fiend

we're dead inside
we're dead inside
we're dead inside
we're dead inside

A moment of vertigo
Temptation in sight
A desolate carcass waltz
Faltering into the night

Leave the lights behind
as we dive into the depths
a poetic dissonance beckons
from the woods beyond

A breeze of discouragement
taints our shriveled hearts
Fallen into bereavement
wandering phantoms of the gloom's keep

It's true, we're dead inside
flocks of daemons populate our minds
chained to an earthly existence
we are the damned, the devils of the night

A Venusian embrace
False words to keep us sane
don't need your forged affection
we're specters, dead beyond time and space

A graven call
æthereal sign to cross the cosmos
the fabric of reality torn
as we ride above your mortal coils

so pour me another drink
envenom my heart, my core
numb the ravaging yearning of seclusion
the searing crux of the sun

Bound by Neptunian laws
ours are the realms of dusk
a shelter for the relinquished
staggering husks, carrion delusions

A facade for the broken
tears of a jester poured
into a cup of golden indifference
still you wish you belonged

Oh, feel the phantom reach
A last caress for our shattered souls
The mind's eye awake
as we plunge into an early grave

The gods smile up above
in their orbits, inebriated
As we take an abyssal leap
Into the arms of a passionate fiend

we're dead inside
we're dead inside

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