God of life by will, god of death by nature

i’ve entered into the grey
where i am followed by crows
and their gaze is fixed
the climate is at a constant chill
air howling
like cabal filled caves
after a night of ritual
here i am
on the edge of comfort
and insanity
gripping this parchment
white knuckled
waiting for paranoia
to consume the very core
of my psyche
all that is visible
is vague and indistinct
anything left abaft
is but a residual human texture
disappearing with every
stratifying layer
mumbling its own story
drowning out the ones
that held a mild truth