Detritus of broken hopes and dreams floating in the sky turned into dark shapeless demons
spooking to whom they belong. Wanted by them so has to taunt, and then hunts down the ambit of thoughts,

Haunts until insanity is reached leaving the dead walking to roam,
then catechesis is said, hallowed thoughts are created to conjure
up bogus fantasy to escape the floating demons. Knowing they will
remind for eons but yet still abide dogmatically, not missing out in
any of the rituals, oppositions faced with defiance.

Perhaps all that is left to do is to exodus from the fear
than qualm being lost in the darkness.
And so wont to the heretic salvation, hoping it will save the souls
but no relief found in those holes.

Dereliction is done to the truth to guide from the affliction of
hopelessness, which lessens the faith for redemption. Therefore
lost in a realm of madness and catastrophe, trapped to the very
core of it all. And then the curiosity appears; if there would ever be
light to this thick gloom.