Life's losses

Unrelenting

Death

Chipping with a chisel

Upon the corners of a too square world

Wearing away the edges of existence

The possibilities and promises

Disappearing with each swing

Of the pendulous mallet

And death's gains

Slowly accumulate

Usually measured in small

Day by day doses

A world grown gradually hostile

Truly friendless

And finally fiendish

Slowly eroding the soul

Sinking subconsciously beyond

One's purview of normal awareness