Detextor

 At the wake of another twilight,  my doom's brung to its plight,  burn my flesh, eat my ashes.  Snuff out all remaining glow from my already dim flames to the shadows you borrow and taste the spleen of my scars.  To the abyss is hurled the last of my will smothered and buried shall it remain for eternity until my body falls ill.  A yearning born from retribution  my blackened heart cries still blades cut through it, like dissolution smothered in a white sky, there's our finale.