Ravelled in the oblong nightmare Gleaming through the murmuring rain With each deluge I drink a river Trying to drown the world Vilify my worthless life Decrepit in the agony There's no release Masturbating myself to sleep Like starving infants begging for mother's milk Writhing for reprieve Molesting my senses Sinking under my own weight Acquainted with riches, but never fortune Plunging over the cliff's weeping face And whether or not this trek is final Nature never answers The machine of dreaming Deeper it carves Forcing infinite into chambers Bleed a narrowing enclosing path