Thrones -

I lay down my head in hands

and rest on this thrones cold chest

I hold my breath shut eyes and rest

until red lips turn thin and black

I wake up in cold sweat

cuffed to this thrones armrest

and with my hands both tied

I sharpened those nails on time

close this coffin’s lid

beat those nails through it

into these wooden planks

in the rythm of this days end

to the last verse of this song

before my sunset’s gone

then bury me here

beneath this dark throne

And let me bleed out lonely

so I can bleed out slowly

I drill my fangs

into soft raw flesh

those dreams turn again

dry sheets soaked wet

though my lungs burn and hurt

I hunt and run for days

to keep this sunset close

instead of miles away

and alive until the end

no regrets about the time

you borrowed me and I

gave away for free again