Incube

Hiss then a cluster of tones slurring through haze, luring me to go forth To bring them back to the place where they'll belong Close to the eight sisters in a dire need of their messenger I can hear the reveling scent one can only tail I open my eyes to the rippling skies, overtaking As you strive to fix your faults, a deaf menace pours black water down my ears Enjoy your blood thick as lead Your fingers better dead than numb Surrender to the pressure filling out your lungs Let me get to the end of this road with you Up until their concerns dissipates Then I'll let yourself be the judge As bitterness becomes our distant ghost Exhale and let go Sprayed out through this dense stream made of pearls I'm gazing around, becoming familiar with its dance A wry vow inking its way Over pelt and skin, this iodine swell The tune, stronger as I come closer Emerges me, leaving me with a cryptical sheet You promised me some rest Nothing close to this mess