Kyrielle Form - Critique Requested?

~Dead Past Midnight~

Bible black catches not my prayers

falling like some forgotten wares,

as God himself stands there scolding

while my end begins unfolding.

His baleful eye stalking my thought

to how this death should best be sought.

No matter what he is moulding,

while my end begins unfolding,

it doesn’t catch blinkered vision

tied to my abstract decision,

all I am is not worth holding

while my end begins unfolding.

So take your darkness into dawn,

I’ll wait until it has withdrawn

and spend some time just beholding,

while my end begins unfolding.