The floor is an ocean

Foreboding and vast

And the bum outside my window

Is fading fast

The angry, sick, paranoid me

Trembles slightly

With anger filled veins

And a fear filled mind

And sleep is a joke

With nightmare agony

Coursing over my peeling flesh

And everything is too warm

Lies spread, by sycophants

And bastards

well I scream in my mind

Because sins embodied know

Coursing and slithering along

With the giant centipede

That clings to my leg

It's a short sharp sock

And the tub

Filled with the copper brown liquid

Of a thousand dead

That they dump me in

Bathing the corpse

And I am tossed off stage

Into the ocean floor

Where my skin melts off

Just before I swim to the door