Dry Ice Surface

In the abyssal depths, hope is bled dry to die A requiem for all blurs my vision, blurry and blind The stars distant fading whisper, loses glimmer As creation's song is reduced to a mournful shiver This earthly sarcophagus, breast patter, rictus rots In darkness 'neath sorrow's ilk crushing thoughts The wind, wails, a head on a chain swinging low Of all that's lost, ticking and rocking, sea of woe In this infernal realm, my sanctuary of agony I weep for my dove that's sent sepulchral gray Thy beauty, gone, moon pallid, darkest night A dirge, I beg thee, to end each sorrowful sight The gods forgotten their memories, my shame As mortal pulsate, with pain, are forever claimed Their whispers, faint, gurgling, dying last breath As all that's bright, in benthic, meets its death In this kingdom a fleeting queen, pearl’s misery Placid her flesh of distain, erratic moving mockery My throne, a monument to all that's been tossed A pillar to what was, what will forever be the cost The tenebrous closes in, a suffocating shroud Nebulous trumpets, herald in the jesting clown I shriek, alone, weak, in my darkest final hour Kill everything, make the sky sanguine shower They took all I was and left a bleeding stone Pulverized, by the weight, stripped home to bone My cavity’s cage, flickering, snuffed candle flame Extinguished, lachrymose my vein’s bloodstain Mellifluously serenade, abrupt my existence I am without a care in the world, make it instant Batter my brains in, leave a husk for the crows A spire of sinew, a skull cracked from the blow