Trapped consumed-lost, confused,
Everywhere people stare,
The waste in your abyss not blinded
And burns you-decomposes you,
Without a second care
Cesspool boiling-forever exploding
Eating at your soul,
Waking every morning cold
Pond’ring the purpose of your whole
Trying to extinguish
Trying to distinguish
Trying to destroy
Whatever it is, that substance,
That engulfs your mortal soul
