This piece reads like rich prose from a high-end fantasy video game or movie. I couild see some of these lines being carved on the walls of ancient temples, or within the shattered depths of a vast maze of tombs, inhabited by a deadly "it" just waiting to ensnare the luckless explorer.

Some standouts:

but why am I bathed from river blood instead of an unscathed estuary?

Yet, I do not feel it. I cannot yearn for something invisible yet so near and beating and mourning.

There is nothing holy and sacred from the ceiling of graces I have whispered my prayers unto.

I could add more, but you get the picture. I once read a story about a man who'd been trapped inside a world he'd entered into through a bewitched, and evil old book. A man on a quest found the title in a dusty chest and had to figure out how to enter in through it in order to rescue that poor lost soul. I could totally see text such as this populating that tome as a coded cry for help.

Well-written words can be like the high-quality ingredients of a delicious dish. Here, yours are very well done indeed. Bravo!