Waterlogged skies and orphaned stares Embrace a world of stripped out color Catatonic my gaze is frozen Pruning skin clasped in soldiered prayer This deathscape a gargoyle with its own heartbeat Arteries flow with greying blood Virga erupts in a morphine downpour Mildewed eyes stare straight through it Staring and waiting still Lungs flooded with ether Eyes rolled over black Are you closer to heaven Or closer to hell? Driftwood skin fastened To bones cast in salt Fade to black as lips slowly part Words fail me submerge and drown There is no current just a stagnancee These lungs would rather burst than spare me breath Spit out the air and sink to the bottom Drowned
deathscape, virga, stagnancee, pruning, lung