As Night plays a nocturne to call out  the stars; 

and Heaven and Earth embrace in perfect harmony; 

An inexplicable disharmony pervades my soul; 

As if a suppurating wound excoriates my very being; 

and a cess-pool of vapid memories sucks me; 

into a vortex of my own creation; 

down the bottom-less pit of doubt and self-deprecation.