Perpetual Nightmare Machine
twists and turns and grifts and yearns deep and unknown waters churned lessons taught twice, thrice and more and yet so late to learn So self assured and upright I hold my bearing strong But I've no place to call my own Somewhere that I belong Safe in a most technical sense Always somewhere to sleep Buried in silence, smothering So cold and dead and deep Turned my whole world inside out and found it completely hollow voids of dead end rabbit holes not ones you should follow If I should die before I wake from this anaesthetic You did your best to comfort me With something profound and prophetic It prompted pure terror then As it does now as well because if your "light" truly is the last thing I see then I'll know that I'm really in hell