Cain´s Bastards

Wasting a chance go again to the rotten twilight.

As light fades away
we could dissapear.
I can´t inhale,
you should smile.

Alone in my conscience´s unholy gardens.

My sins have come to judge me, i´ll reap the harvest that i´ve sown.

Really, i can´t forget you, but time whip my heart like the waves of sea...

My nightmare, my only love. Am i mad?