Empty Vials

Equus, our horse I let her loose Cut the tether I saw her run away Like an arrow past my sight Will you light candles So we breathe something? Like a meaningful death? Can I move forward In a heap of bones As a barricade Or would I only slow you down? Loosen my grip Sieving what you hate Writher Did I succumb to this curse? I'll sink In a sea of tar Writher Empty vials My bleeding palms Dripping downwards Writher Nothing stirs I'm frozen in This looming void I am Writhing myself A serpent coiled