Polar Onion

A tired assertion A sordid affair A record repeating With no one aware Does it scare? Layered like an onion Cut pole to pole Left for the vultures Out in the cold Is it old? Caught on a snare Spotted the scene Water will rise Drowning the sea, I fill my cup But it's not enough The tide is high A casual observer A room full of stares A subtle unnerver Out of its lair Stuck in a cycle Foreign to most Acidic environs Sicken the host Far too close Stuck on a snare Spotted the scene Water will rise Drowning the sea, I fill my cup But it's not enough The end is nigh Layered like an onion Cut pole to pole Left for the vultures Out in the cold Is it old?