Whirl Of Dread

Foscor

Leaving all my deamons back
Still seems the sky covered by black clouds
Are these faces all my bag
Or prisions from i’ve never really scaped

Crawling under horrors often fails
Stale hangovers, sight watching high
And then fragile blossoms falling

Whirl of dread

How use the feral shiver left behind
Its inner cadence set my cry
Or slough then to dusting life
The shiver left behind

Swarm over there, so strong fellows
Watch from a bursting sky
All feared seals, fell on my head wound
And fill the pain thru my eyes
How long i should then hide

My loss, doesn't face the dark, transforms
Crippled mind, still even being sly
One drift through the luricking lies
Wielding the fear, wearing a simple rag

Tangled whirl, not to smother my stare
But enshrines the pledge
Faint lapse is life
Thin blind guide, awful nest
Always a bleak lore