Ingress

The words will come in a barrage

 from the overcast skies that hang in solemn hues

the aching of lost will ere on it's edge 

A dull blue landscape moans lowly

Uniform silence among the jagged stone

 with ancient tongues they herald the dawn

Gloom erased by frigid gold 

Formless as they melt from the stage

Replaced with a stoic red

The wind shrieks a bloodletted tone

 Begotten by my stench of death

as it surfed along the night air

Morbid sanity wherein all things must be undertaken 

The unhinging of self from vessel

The warm flesh of a mother

The decor in which we live!

Focused now fly the vultures

Oh harbingers of mortality undo it all!

The downward glide now commences

Onward with your ritual of death!

The eye enveloped in red, within lays death in it's truest form - neither known or unknown, an unstifled void of nothingness wherein color and meaning are bled away! Fear and regret unclench their jaws for even they are not for me, yes the pangs of existence subside.

In this egression I notice the shades of color drain

 and the monument of life itself envelop into uncertainty