Pale Saints
Two Sick Sisters
Pouring through the years
With invisibility
Jackals cowering with their light
Rotting downward at the sight
Golden moments all too rare
Loose their meaning and their faith
Turning courage into fear
Decomposing as you stare
Spin around there's no one there
Laughing me into dust
Pulling me underground into a place
Where there is no air to breathe
Pressing deep into the mire
And it's suffocating fog
Gaining ground
Towering over
Chasing me
Through my mind
Drowning me