"Switch that damn light back on!" LIGHT! "I can't move!" .. stuck, inside gorging vats of sand, Heavy, hard, gorging sand, Cursing this weight! This crushing, damned leaden stodge. "Fu*k it!" I smell formaldehyde, Rum, drunk and sodden, Bloody quicksand screams of hate! The sight of pus-filled wounds. Unwashed psychic funk, and that smell again Sickly, sweetly .. restaged slops, It's a long climb... A long, long way .. To get back to find a spark, A slice, a glow, a patch ... A pool of light "LIGHT!" "God-damn light!" "Piss orf night!" Being crushed, Head in dark pools, Down .. down .. down and drown, those moods, Rinse the taste putrid, old meals, of thoughtless eats, Stuff ya gob, feed away the pain! 'Cos I hate this state, Sharp scraping, scratching notes of nails, and banging too. And the damn pains! Emotional burns and bangs Firing the guns .. at your heads. Where it ends, and .. ends .. and ends, black, dark - end. "Switch that damn light back on!"