A million faceless vermin burrow deep into my mind.
They feed on broken sentences, and words I couldn’t find.

It's been long past due-

for a memory, or two-

to remind me of the days-

when I was happy, like you.

suffocating, stuck, struck suddenly stressed
what’s a man to do when he’s sunk, sad and depressed?

The blind, bitter, *******’s been bountifully blessed
but can’t hold his head up high or even bother to dress.

He takes tablets of toxins, he’s told it’s only a test
he’s at the end of his rope now and he’s totally threshed

He’s seen a lot of ****** sights, seen his sisters suppressed
he’s seen the face of god too, but he wasn’t impressed.