The Seeker's Song

Square, synthetic, sick asylum
Seeking solace in the phylum
All I hear's a haunted xylophone,
I want to die

When the search permits me sleep
The visions there are dark and deep
Days and nights melt into steeping sludge,
I want to die

Effort made is effort wasted
Torture is the normal tasted
Slather it onto my face - it burns,
I want to die

Fifty figures fill my eyes
And don't strike, much to my surprise
They lie and laugh and love my cries for help,
I want to die

Helplessly I try to hover
Keep afloat and miss my mother
They all tell me I'll recover,
I just want to die

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