The world turns away

the hourglass sand stays

in the bottom

I am tired you see, of my sleep

and the nightmares that bleach

away pleasure

I am pensive and worry

that my dreams scratch and scurry

like a rat crown in a pipe of all endings

Tails knotted as one

pull in each direction they come

to see getting nowhere and steer

in a nightmare unending in fear

a circle verminous there

even the rat catcher can fail in his sending

Candle light flicker

in their eyes the dark liquor

of plague meat rotting become

malignant squeak in my walls

Secret rustle and sick stench

as my thoughts sudden wrench

away from my shiver writing tales

Putrid lies that are told

as with bodies so cold

crowned with reason unknown

death like dreams that will own

death like dreams that are sown

entwined wisdom welcome or not

The stench of fear can be brought

Think ye fear can be caught

both death and rat crowned

and in life reason resound

yellow teeth wind you round

pestilent wish that your reason you sought

This merits your life now so short.