Peeling Skin - Zatokrev

Young man’s fate

A burden

His power fueled by fear

Eternal slave

With a trail of blood

Perfect bait for damned thoughts

Peeling the skin

Well known ghostdance

With no shape

Far away from his own needs

Lines are filled with

An unreal silence

Repression of pulse

Till the end

Steering dying flame

Black water entwines with a messenger of pain

Who leaves a sign