As I lie in makeup

The mourning darkened my makeup  
running down my perch of sadness as I count the ways of death's bloom  
beckoning the voice I used reaching  
for the fall over my dirt filled sky..  
    I beg for the ending to undo my illusions,for my eyes seem gray in mid rehearsal of a pastors sermon used as a eulogy once read to tie my sinners rage with sinister call of memory fading to black,as i  slave the grind of a timid vessel ,I drank the taste of my empty cloak, as my makeup left me beautiful..  
     I turn to cry out,yet my voice was empty, so I whispered as if I was a herd of locusts timing a inhale of useless screams, as my wanted feel of faith bathed me in psalms of revelations tombs,there I lay dressed in makeup.