I seek to fill this cup eternally,
My grail brings not eternal life
But rather quenches
The thirst upon my lips
That besets my battered
Drinking brain

My cup runneth over with madness
And confusion
Finding liars in friends and shadow people
Beckoning from beyond my shoulder

Hear the brittle knock at my door
Sure it's Death's rattle
Find a cosy corner
Self-trepan
So I can see the stars again