Behind The Curtains Of Night-Phantasmagoria

A mental inner vortex,
as possessions through a wolf's eye.
Envisioning the eclipse,
no longer to be blinded by a sunrise.

In this final benediction,
confronted by mirage of imminent mortality.
Time's set to end the suffering, so follow.

I will cherish the secrecies of hearts!

Chased by the black shepherds,
behind curtains of night.
Been found as a tool in their seduction,
fatal haze.

An escape into abomination.
Perished to phasma,
a syndrome of another aeon.

Soul-obsequial inhesion!

Resurged in torrents,
of abysmal thoughts.
Lost in a helix, blackest might!

In stealth I do seek deliverance.
In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia.