Tangled in these sorrows
Til my body lies cold
Each insidious omen
Is an anaemic fault
A sickness
Where all hope is gone
I'm a vessel for an elegy
Of a life long lost
Slowly forming foes so obsidian
Obsessive creatures coalesce
As this bleak ennui persists
Now each writhing piece
Falls through coiled fingertips
A gaping maw consuming
Everything that I have made flesh
Watch the colour drain from our skin
This parasitic life of loose threads
Is making me sick
It's making us ill
It's a feeling of attrition
Of emptiness infinite
That makes every decision
I make feel formulaic
False
Pareidolia
This absence haunts
Like my presence is cursed
All I know is existential sentiment
All I know is gone