A world unbecoming
Of wrath and tears.
Chains of uncertainties
Trailing paths and fears.
Quaking grounds
Shifty soil
Paths I’m inclined to thread.
Cold shivers running like a river
Stings the spine and limbs quiver.
Stalking shadows
Hissing in the gallows
My monsters, my creations
Whisper of consequences wrath.
In the bowls of rage and fume,
Unyielding, Fate will find me.
Emmalase.
Emmalase