Monochrome

Cold ground

Waking up

Back in the abyss

Farther down than before

Weathered chains reformed

Feathered wires crawling

Tethered wings spawning

Reaching never grasping

(Contact forever slipping)

Pulled by its tendrils entrapped

(Extinguished by the skin that enfolds me)

Not a song in me

Not an ask to keep

No more colors to see

Not a goal worth the reach

The sun has burned it out of me