Cult Leader – Ataraxis

Ghosts of those I love live in the corners of my eyes
I take them everywhere
Forever out of reach
They lead me to this place
To this mouth of hell
Haunted by unrelenting dread
Drowning in the dead
Gasping for a breath
I want out of this place
Fingers caught in tangled hair
Sweet floral smell of death
Flies dance on a cataract
I dance with them
They keep me safe
In this place I am loved
In this place I am not
In this place I am loved
In this place I am the carrier of corpses