Poem (23) - Decend

This one is another one that seems to have popped out of no where. Here then, is the words in the pattern of which they came to my brain for whoever to read as they wish. Ha. I'm a nutcase...

~Decend~

I'm sensing a hint of black
Spilling from the lack
Of what I once knew
Unhappily I watch it brew

Keep these eyes of hidden glow
Wrapped up from what shows
The mist rising from below
Is enough to release the foe

Struggling now with breath
Leave me alone to find d e a t h
It seems my heart is left
To beat with broken weft

Leering sneers echo quite well
Around ground to which I fell
Gasping with a rooted will
I hear a faint and weary trill

Cork the mourning theme
It's sufficating me
Slowly again I see
What was once around, flee