Spawn Of Possession

Bent again I glimpse a past that I know never was still I see, reminiscence.
Pulsate, breathing, starring through me.
Something I can't recollect speaks my mind, all thou I shun it's sometimes there.
Binding, gazing, intentions seems unknown.
Flashes conceived so bizarre rid them of my mind.
Scenery of filth, eyeless faces, lights of the looming black, abject lash by lash.
Striking my flesh without leaving marks.
Scenery of filth, eyeless faces, lights of the looming black, abject lash by lash.
My presence slowly fades with bitter taste and wings that can not bear.
Lost, I wonder in its reek, it stirs my mind, wreck my being.
The more I deny, it gets all clearer.
The air is so thick, soggy surroundings, hard to breach, watching it as through a facet
Bewildering clatter, a spectral resonance, although I can't touch it I feel it all over me.
A spewing shine, I have begotten this appalling view.
As it is less of forms, the rapid shifting of shapres and moulds.