The Nameless Dark (2015) – Life Is On the Wane

When I woke in the cold and the dark

A pestilent wind had unfurled

To scatter the ashes of  man

And carry the smoke around the grim world.

 

Beneath a welkin black with ashes,

Wherein the sun forsakes to rise,

I have wandered for so long

And remembered ravens in the blue and cloudless skies.

 

Sickening rain begrimes my head.

Long ago I cast my mask among the dead.

 

The road through the cold and the dark

Stinks of scorched flesh and of rot.

Under black respirators

Dark orbits hold eyes forsaken by God.

 

Where should I go when the dark is ominpresent

And light is on the wane?

I am setting forth to somewhere, to nowhere,

As I wander in vain.

 

I am inhaling the darkness, inhaling the cold,

Inhaling the ashes, inhaling the smoke,

Exhaling the fine mist of blood

That dissolves in nothingness like hope.

 

Where should I stay when death is omnipresent

And life is on the wane?

I am setting forth to somewhere, to nowhere,

Unable to remain.

 

The cloak of the cold and the dark

Covers every thought.

Light there is little, life there is less

And hope, hope there is nought.

 

There is smoke in the cold and the dark,

And the dark, the dark has no name.

Yet it is my companion here

Where no light shall remain and all life is on the wane.