Oblivion

visage from the crypt
facing the rising sun
blood red and bloated
marking a new day
full of torment and despair
capturing my thoughts
loathsome and darkling
winging them aloft
clutched in the vulture's talons
holding them suspended
dangling from the gibbet
as warmth flows
red from my opened wrists
down upon my soul
shrivelled and damned
i close my eyes
let the pain wash over me
and slip away once again
for the last time