Greylotus - Hoarfrost

Deadened vision, thickening covering Monochromatic imaging returns with Cold iron in tow Dragging Looming Rigamortis taunting terror You snap under the cot Stained with fluid Metal grinds against the concrete Do you believe that you are safe? Shame on you You fool You reprobate How could you think that you'd Escaped from madness? Deformed arms enfold you Condensing breath tight around your neck Hoarfrost clings to window panes Obscuring the stains Feigning, failing to bestow Tepid idle glow The line figure falls through Decay plagued katabasis Broken tilе greets Its landing with a cacophony Clapping into corridors perpetual Through miasma A lone wеll lies among the quiet murk The ring contracts As substratum gives way, cascading Into the silt cemetery underneath You've let the dead in You've let the dead in Surrounded Silhouettes sway with the wind Imprisoned effigies Released to incarcerate Looming close The acrid taste of ozone permeates As the rope constricts Fatally frigid tenebrous cadavers Pile on weightlessly Purloining lungs of breath There is no avoiding the pain There is no avoiding your fate They scatter, unable to see Fearing the dragging pipe's dirge approaching End apparent I assume the posture of Carnal initiation Water slowly builds a coffin Reaper proven unforgotten Pools of rust pour in I accept my fate