Rivers from Hadal by Pilgrims of Yearning

Long ways
Underground
That still hold secrets
Alleys
Lonely and quiet
I walk unseen, unknown

And desire
Pains me ephemeral
What I want
Is beyond their white castles
Their sham warmth

Old days
When the air
Was cold, new and loud
It would bring
We could hear
Wild horses run
Like thunders

Shining rivers of amber dust
I'm straying, you're breaking
Howls and sirens
Laughs and wonders
Are blaring all around

Open veins feed a ruthless heart
Devious wraiths, on whom are preying?
Flowers give in
We feel them crumbling
Decaying, decaying

I wait
Holding onto
Old crumpled tickets
Alien
To everything that I once
Feared and loved

And the fire
Takes me raw and visceral
I still haunt
Empty stops, faded boulevards
Long lost

Submerged in...

Shining rivers of amber dust
I'm straying, you're breaking
Howls and sirens
Laughs and wonders
Are blaring all around

Open veins feed a ruthless heart
Devious wraiths, on whom are preying?
Flowers give in
We feel them crumbling
Decaying, decaying

Shining rivers
We're falling through...

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