Exsanguination - Fen

I saw all colour bleached from the sky

I saw all life drained from the soils at my feet

I saw a million souls stripped from their fleshy prisons

I saw my own death staring back at me

Through the filmy orbs of my own accuser

I watched myself and this reality emptied

I saw skin become pallid, diaphanous parchment

One pitiful drop at a time, vigour drains

As great wings of finality unfurl

Throwing aeons into shadow

Unseen by a legion of bloodless eyes

Riven by a gradual weakening

Perceiving naught

Painless was the bleeding

And so we felt nothing at our parting

Life-essence reaved

Translucent skin bleached

Emptying veins throb and stutter

We fade to little more than ghosts

Cold fingers press against the surface of a sterilised credo

Eyes glazed, a legion of ciphers bend low

Thralls enthralled, supine before the Eucharist

A stained mirror reflecting naught but stagnation

So willingly did we surrender

Into this numb grasp of unmaking

Our footing lost on foundations of vapour

So willingly did we supplicate

To a deity etched in the translucent tatters

Of ignorance’s raiment in hopelessness befouled

So willingly did we disappear

So willingly did we disappear