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