Those Horrors Wither

Bless them, those horrors set a chill inside
Death line marks a rush ahead
The gaze backwards claims the freedom
Sway onwards, can’t unfold my I
Fear to be scared can evolves in a lie
The mass hides
Primary instincts reveal a new cusp
Rejoice the blind god that word writes
And ride across the swarm
A shameful moral hole
Primary instincts are virtuous darts
They have the keys of life and death
Remain intact for those who face truth
Frail being struggling out exist
Darkness… anxiety and fear rise
The wrenching love… renew desires and voids
Unknown… awe the agressions around
The lingering sigh… discipline of the growth control
Look me, learn me, concludes the fire
Those horrors makes me strong