Death’s Sweet Desire

My days are darkening as night stealthily creeps into my psyche
Time dribbles away the joy that once was

Blackness descends pummeling my being with stinging caresses
Enveloping me within it’s infinite depths of despair.

The cloyingly sweet morass of mortality oozes ever downwards easing death’s
deceptive embrace.

Lost is laughter replaced by the murky morass of a soul’s disintegration,
descending the slope of solitary regret
Ever lower.