Nameless Pestilence

A glass of red wine … a thin and pale light
Painting formless shadows
On the opaque walls of the coldest hall
But there’s no fire to warm us
From the freezing winds … that brings us the blame
With shameless thoughts
No one can hide from the bloody claws
That amplify our pain
Torment is just … for those
Who still among the living
Only the dead … can rest
Eternally … and quietly
No one will find a safe place in the Earth … the unknown fears will be real
And no one can run from the hungry eyes … of his chaotic majesty
The Lethean river … will drown the paradise
With your dark waters … full of lost souls
A nameless grave …
For a nameless pestilence
And all is grey
A scary turbulence
It’s been the year of terror
Of feelings more intense than terror
When the plague spread his wings
Rising from the slumber of blindness
Nameless pestilence