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