Sitting at the bottom of my dank little well

That swirls and slips right up to the top

And the sewer water runs upstream

And rises above my ears

There used to be some noises

Maybe a rat or two

But the vertical animation of my prison left only hard survivors

There was never a rope although I like to fantasise

That it was lowered down when I was asleep and that I missed it

So I sit with the stench of human waste

And the blood that scrapes the walls comforts me

A sign of life in the shit pile

That has become me

This cylinder is me

This fucking dank prison is my head

And I am trapped in here

So god help you if I ever get out

Because I'll throw you down there too.