Year In Decline

Year in decline
This suffering of mine
Does not relent without consent
From this waning mind
Eyes boiling under my skin
Have no pity for my sins
The cheap thrill of a needle
Resting on a stainless surface
Changing rooms and changing purpose
Sympathising recklessly
Commiserating fecklessly
Tying hair back, craving back tracks
Procedural error isn't claptrap
Coffins hacked at
Fairies sat back
Heaven lacks that
Kind of mishap
Year in decline
Doesn't disguise
Silvery lines in hairs in eyes
Reaching, reaching, for nothing there
Crying child in his cot
Come his dreams of flightful fancy 
Pyramids made of stone