skeletal umbrage

odd days those when birds are chirping
the dull sky's shed its skin
disguised as spring
a thick layer of thin warmth
hides the blackout within

porous laminate of white-blue sky
when you gaze above and let out a smile
far above that lying lid
lurk mobs of angry clouds
black and blue, grey and angry
threat to tear apart the porous sanctity

they ooze viscous gloom
that plops in a rain of gelatinous doom
snaking its way into white insipid room
to congeal a shadow into forceful existence

so dulled it's almost white
virtually transparent
willing to blend into the surroundings
whiling its time tapping on keyboards
staring at screens
waiting to be torn apart by insignificant nothings

its only wish to obliterate
to perish or suffocate
a prayer each night

longing demise