Eventful Finality

The bitter world that we endure
is a fragment of our minds.
Unbeknownst to us they precure
an alchemy made from thine.

Beaten down on shoddy floor,
you billow forth your flesh.
Like worn out flaggons
you release your gallons
of life blood to the death.

And yet no reaper meets one.
No ebbtide for the new dawn.
No rugged raptuous welcome
above the crimson gown.

Have i not done my deed oh Lord?
Have i not reached the end?
My wretched bodies lost its chord,
lost notes for which i send.

I feel no heart within me.
I feel no limbs about.
I feel like a floating ember
within a smooth white-out.

I cannot hear your anger,
I do not feel your calm,
Its like i've left the manger.
A move that i've done wrong?

If i have not done wrong
then why can i not here your brethren
of the sweet whispering angel song?

But now i feel myself falling,
pulled hard by an unknownst force.
A darkness has arisen
and gradually takes its course!

I fight again, my action
repells that dreaded wraith,
its the one i slew, i know it
like some dark dismembered moth.

It clings to my bloodless veins,
within my very soul.
I cannot hold it from its claim
but cannot let it hold!

So let it go, i must, i must!
release me from its clasp
for it just wants my skin and bones
as trophies for its task.

So concentrate i must, i must!
To will my body and soul untwine.
With one sweet weild of mind,
I wisp a million miles
Into some distant dusk.