Down and round and down and round
Fervor blends with minds
Keen-set mood, resurgent hopes
Spirit's striving
higher
Shut up in the grave
Malice, gall, dismay
Store equilibrium in sinister confidence
Trial
Look about, portal
under lock
Shades flitting by lotus-eater
Signs on the wall, dim candlelights
Cloaks, hardly seen meager faces
Time lingers
long
Dust, pallid must
A will to receive comprehension
Mist, heart of stone, dark, I'm alone
Task, gird yourself - croaking
whisper
The Sun is chasing folks on Earth
Subterranean shelter
Hermits learn to apprehend reconnaissance
stupor
Tribulation
Hands feeding them
Thoughts stuffing them
Guards are watching over humble valets
Knell is revealed,
sooth is concealed
Deft and adroit or deception
Haul flashing me, soul pleading me
Blood is waking me - pulsive instincts
I'd
go away road and depraved
Niche of some hope, consolation
Posthumous reflections of life
Resistance of nothing to
die
Tempter fate reverted disasters
Ventured passions of tremulous prologue
Utmost veto, waiting scaffold
The twinge of
coma, vanishing moan
Spinning rolling bloody spool
Time is fraudulent
We are carried to the point running through the debts of
bliss
Leave the payment - your body and soul