Pale Saints

Pouring through the years
With(? ) invisibility
Jackals cower with their light
Rotting down ? ? ? sight
Golden moments all to rare
Loose their feeling and their faith
Turning courage into fear
Decomposing as you stare
Spin around there's no one there
? ? ? ing into dust
Pulling me under-
Ground into a place
Where there is no air to breathe
Pressing down (deep? ) into the mire
And it's suffocating thought
Gaining ground
Towering over
Chasing me
Through my mind
Drowning me
Again