Dregs of pluto

Eyes leering inward
Looking back on all that was
What was, will be
What was there will never be again
Human conditioning has led me down the wrong path
Death is not a door
Time is not a window
Let go
Release from this torment
It’s almost four in the morning, I can never sleep
There’s a light in my room and a light on the street
There’s a wash of color, intangible still
I’m struggling with the memories that the present cannot fill
My open mouth is full of dregs
I'm swallowing the years and its breaking my legs
Can’t move on, the river banks swell
The eyes convey the reason that the tongue could never tell
Let go
Release from this torment
Numb your mind