Dead Sky

defying movement, motion, creation
frost without the fall
this ordered sky, a mockery of patience
a filter to fill

all colour, all sense fled
oh the sky is dead

a perfect amber for us
for those who wait out in the stars

edgeless crystal
unbroken yet insubstant
pallid, a shell
eleven will tell

a mess of demons caught within
rejected from the sky

all colour, all sense fled
oh the sky is dead

inert, compressed
sunk halfway down
a buoyancy that's not much help
shadowless, ungrounded

purporting to purge
leaching colour, confined
purposelessness boring into our minds

a light all good offices seek to emulate

we scream to shatter
that solid state
a siren, encased
a siren, emergent
from this glass our cage
let ye tourists know our rage

let it snow, or else bleed
to counteract this uncanny sterility
leached of all meaning
emptied of wisdom's seed

the detestable light on wet porcelain

all colour, all sense fled
oh the sky is dead