The Unseen - Solstice

The ghost of god

Sucking the breath from my lungs

I fear, I dream

I convulse in pain the unseen

Not yet reborn

Still separated

Breathless I lay

Thought has left my mind

Death has been refined

Lungs have ceased to breath

Dead I’m forced to be

Tension and fear

Grips me through my punishment

I fall condemned

Forced into uncertainty

Memory fades

Life is sucked away

Torturing pain

Collapsed my chest remains

Down on my knees

I pray to be relieved

Choking on blood

Eyes rolled back I’m dead