A bloated conscience, distended and swollen Fires signals like flares to merging nerve endings A moldering subconscious, like a lantern through fog Shrieks through the current, overwhelmed with ruin Trepanation for future joys A world without fear Tunnels to God A wet bleeding hole within the time wound Irreconcilable existence This wet noise of unending need Chaining my soul to the in between Worse than hell Undefinable suffering: punishment built for the spiritually blind Crushing weight of nothing Now a gift to all his children, the absence of non-existence Worse than hell