You’ve dug your way to the centre of the earth
A deep and dark and winding hole
I can’t understand why you haven’t been buried alive
By the nightmare weighing you down.
Every minute you’re there I bleed
These unstoppable tears
This unquenchable sadness
You still see all from the depths of your hole.
I have lowered ropes and have called for help
I have held your hands to pull you to safe ground
But you push and slap and kick away
Becoming one with the wormy earthen soil.
The nausea and the lust for death
None of it penetrates, you must tend to him
You must do as you are told and never rock the boat
As I rot in my own hole of broken dreams.