Two Sick Sisters - 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