Into the abyss

This ghastly incurious

This overwrought thing

Still-life sparking amongst

The denied dead.

A gibbet swinging listless

A lifeless, desolate windswept thing

Slipping and sobbing through the

Backalleys haunting

Ghostly taunting

A wan and waning existence.

Is tugged

Not so gently

Teased and twisted

Spun blown and dragged

Toward the edge

The edge

Edge

And tumbles, writhes

Swoons and falls

End over end

Darkness enclosed

And down

Down

Down and yet

Down

Eyes fading into the gloom

Chill thoughts whispering by

An age upon ages.

This fall

It is eternal

The tumbling

Without cease

And so we plunge

Into

The abyss.