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