This place is turning me
Down a spiral to uncertainty

My desire to return, and lie deep
In my hollowed burrow is calling me

So I crave, and writhe, and seek
But nothing seems to free me

Do I take a dull path to dreariness
ignorance and waste in silence

Or shall I turn to the face of mania
with truth and laughter to break my fear

Shall I stifle my senses over with a dead grey haze,
shavings and bearings of my hushed-up pains

Or shall I release my feelings with colours to raise
And move, on and over, to an unknown phase