Find me a word that rhymes with pasture.

like a puppet turned out to pasture,
strings too stretched and frayed to hold,
face too torn and garments too old.
a tiny cross upon left cheek:
didn't mean for you to worry for weeks,
well, not about the indices or the soul:
worry about it all as a whole.
asking dead lettermen for the time:
it's just ticking backwards in a line.
see these eyes that turn these feet
they are like twins that never meet,
playing a song that each other knows
and looking at the same gaps between toes.
no point in reflections, mirrors lie-
just like the show we never thought would die,
like the puppet turned out to pasture,
wasn't performing the same as last year.