The haze, the ominous haze

The haze, the ominous haze.
Was in my presence, was in my boding evil hideaway
In my hideaway my heart is gone
My soul hopeless with all trepidation
Death walks but does not stand
Because he has no base from his feet to his skull
This is true in it self

The haze, the ominous haze which has no form
But has no soul
Kills with no sympathy
Tortures with no empathy for no one but himself this is all true in it self

My understanding of my insignificance in all truth
My under soul
My under heart
Has no feel
Has no touch
But the form known as death will be there in the dark into my life it withers
This the truth
All it is

However myself visualization of death was not as dark as once thought
It is just as darkly beautiful
As my heart talks
To my mind I know that my soul feels that
The haze the ominous haze will look into my mind but will not harm me into the night