The end is nigh!
Ye, the end is in sight.
The end is a blight of which forewarns our demise.
Our return to the night, the deepest dark in our eyes.
Sight slips away as reality rends our brain.
The prickling of life shivers across the grey surface.
Bridges burning in the frigid slowing undulations.
Memories unfriendly as they pass.
Teeter toward the open door to chance a wild gaze.
That child that styled the creature we became.
The hope of a wish that sailed long ago through the lingering pallid haze.
Formless again as we gasp in the wind.