The Bait - Uneven Structure

Void then a swarm of shades going down my face

Leaving salt over my chest

I’m facing an empire on the verge of falling apart

Here lies that scent nobody should ever tail

Vicious flavour

Where water and air no longer keep their distance

Creatures become the last remnants of a now swaying skyline

You brought me here to witness the scale of his wrongdoings

Is it a wish for mending or just another of your funny games?

You made me an inebriate spirit in a torn vessel

How much longer will you play me?

This is my parade for a prostrated court

Their complaint, a lost choir made squalls

Carried with diligence to the eight sisters

Cloak as sheet, savior made savor

All this racket, yet you’re just cooking the man

I feel their sharp scales

Through the wounds

Embracing bodies in a ruby-red water