Loss کے بول

Staring into the bitter dark Embraced by your squall Mere longing Sober and without wings Enchainment in a baleful realm A moment of beauty A whisper of death Impending doom through sea fog dispelled Lorn A grisaille reaved and thoughtworn Abyssal despair befalls the wilted The annihilation of being Watching precious moments wither Writ in my blood from birth Blight dawns upon the desolate The wretched brumal robes of the accurst Loss under an austere sun Burnt into the rue of dusk Holding the fallen ash A sere close Lost, trapped in a pathless wood Under an ashen sky Only content in my final breath Will I be?