The Night's Plutonian Shore
Wielding pattern recognition With a surgical precision A thousand cuts, expose the hidden Watch pieces fall away Smouldering and mildewed I Cast to fate with a loaded die Knowing even as I try That it's a hopeless game Draw from this overflowing pail Transmutation, try and fail Only an endless widow's wail Rivulets down the drain Atrophic entropy abounds Where the heart cries yet makes no sound The vacuum of this sinkhole ground Swallows the light of day Interwoven truths and fictions Form one endless contradiction Event horizon, formless friction Not to be seen again Hour by hour the body stiffens No call is made, status indifferens The gore lays spilt amongst the gristle A live dream set to decay Single wire earth return Oh how I fear yet long and yearn But this discarded dusty urn Is all that remains