Behind the Curtains of Night-Phantasmagoria

A mental inner vortex, as possessions through a wolf's eye. Envisioning the eclipse, no longer to be blinded by a sunrise. In this final benediction, confronted by mirage of imminent mortality. Time's set to end the suffering, so follow. I will cherish the secrecies of hearts! Chased by the black shepherds, behind curtains of night. Been found as a tool in their seduction, fatal haze. An escape into abomination. Perished to phasma, a syndrome of another aeon. Soul-obsequial inhesion! Resurged in torrents, of abysmal thoughts. Lost in a helix, blackest might! In stealth I do seek deliverance. In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia.