Gray

Swirling fog

Twists of smoke

Clouds of spreading ink

Encircling me

Effortless black

Stretches in flowing rings

Transient shadow pulses

And weightless friction

Blend with the infinite

Ashen fiction

Open wounds throbbing

Along the sides

Of my naked limbs

And weathered face

Crimson drifts around

Warm as an embrace

Inescapable as fate

Further to the depths I sink

Hair billows before my sight

Whipping to gentle currents

Sharp contrast to those dyes

Darker the ways do thicken

In deepening pressure dread

A distant thrum resounds

In the far back of my head

Bite of iron along the tongue

I shut tired eyes and listen

To the steady, muted rumble

Come blister ever closer

Waves of sickening force

Waste my weakening form

Violent eruptions of white

Silence my ears

To a nauseating whine

Every crash to follow

Helpless I am thrown 

Beyond all understanding

To the raw unknown

Desperate

My nails tear

To my breathing flesh

Ripping the exposed color

Dripping with wetted fervor

Out the shaking fingers

Reach and claw

That they might

Paint away

The Gray