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 mirages of imminent mortality
Time’s set to end the suffering
So follow, I will cherish the secrecies of hearts
Chased by the black sheperds
Behind the curtains of night
Been found as a tool in their seduction
Fatal haze
An escape into abomination
Perished to phasma
Asindrome of another aeon
Soul-obsequial inhesion
Resurged in torrents of abyssmal thoughts
Lost in a helix, blackest might
In stealth I do seek deliverance
In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia