Vocals brighten your work. Keep it up in this way!

"Every single night in my dreams, whether they be beautiful or terrifying, I am on the run from some pursuer carrying with them a threat of imprisonment, kidnapping, a windowless room, duct tape and handcuffs. Often I end up hiding out in a basement labyrinth, just as confined as if I were in their hands. This unrelenting fear runs in the background of my consciousness constantly. The fear of confinement or imprisonment is called Cleisiophobia. I made for you my deepest darkest fear." (Wrtch)

Imagine to dragging yourself day by day in a room fully covered by pillows.
Looking out of the window you could not clearly see what is happening, only shadows plunged in a cold light stream towards the glass.
And you are hoping things will change, but they don't. Until you realize you are just a part of a painting forgotten in a museum somewhere in the world. Static. Unchanging. If so, this would probably be your soundtrack!

Walking around meadows and woods, in the gloomy half-light, you could not see a path that leads toward something safe, toward a light that penetrates through the leaves, but it is dull and distant, daughter of a heat lost in the plots that the wind draws .
You just have to stop, cover your shoulders and hear the sad song of a priestess invoking the descent of darkness on earth. Without even realizing the time, you took already your last breath.