A timeless reckoning,

Ticking towards an end,

Trying, dying,

But never soon enough.

On an edge, 

A pensive, precarious drop

Towards nothing in particular,

For ever in a never-ending

Stop.

Stretching into malevolent night, 

Yearning for the caress of emptiness,

Fearing the leering

Of a burning, open flame,

Embracing the cruelty,

The deeply piercing pain.

Rejecting a harmony

Ringing true through empty space,

Reverberating loudly

In ballrooms filled with waste,

The living, breathing landfill,

Overflowing with stench of retch,

Turn and turns in tandem

With the kiss of death.