A nauseating well of existential dread
Charges your limbs with twisting, seizing tension
Tidal wave of cortisol drowning your insides and organs
Something like a hurling blackness
Poisoned, darkened outlook
A thin, cheap, but effective lens
A paralyzing lack of oxygen grips your chest
An escape to a distant, lukewarm stillness
Nihilistic ruminations, "bury me ten meters deep"
Opening the chute of concrete, instant urban self-interment
Crushed behind ten years of boulders
Brick the wall behind the basement
Still resounds the code of long transmission
Beckoned back from decades past
Monochromatic, instant urban self-interment