KEEP UP THIS UGLY VIGIL

I pretend this narrow vein is not your insides

Swarming with the mud disease of darkness

I am drained to see you here, to watch your face glow

I am death-child, hear me roar

Deeply into the inconsequence

And the mad staring wild

For if I am awakened

By the sound of your voice

Surely I cannot hope to escape

Your inner meaning…