Consciousness is a struggle beyond constance
Hell is an emotion desired in this instance
My hand drifts further away from the effort
My mind suffers the condensed from pressure
Need I not to shed these tears of stress
For I want nature to work with good progress
All the glass shards delve deep into patience
The curtain slowly ignites from this nonsense
It will all cave in around me against my control
But I shall explode these demons away with the toll
For my panic desires any escape from this hellhole