Harsh visage, tinted rose horizon
the dust rises from where I fall
a brilliant cloud of ashen doom
skyward, my huen gaze in stasis
the dust falls upon my clothes
motionless I lie in the sand
my blood soaks in to the earth
sputtering as it leaks from within
laboured breath weakens still
the rosen sky grows darker
no more blood to feed the earth
the void comes to take me home
so visceral and violent my end has to be
a violent life bleeds violent death
place your hands in that of doom
and reap your deadly measure
