Everlasting grey

'Twas yet another one
A restless night
And yet I shall not run
From this dreadful sight

On the crumbling spires of my being
On the edge of doom's caress
After all those years of unbelieving
I shall now confess

I leave my windows open
When the twilight enters my hall
And a trace of my past appears
Taking an appalling form

And the sweet nectar in my veins
The wine of Bacchus, the ecstasy of decadence
Stirs me into motion
As I reach my hand

Yet you fall back into shades
Of everlasting blood-stained grey
Into your tomb of rot and decay