Tunnels to God

A bloated conscience, distended and swollen
Fires signals like flares to merging nerve endings
A moldering subconscious, like a lantern through fog
Shrieks through the current, overwhelmed with ruin
Trepanation for future joys
A world without fear
Tunnels to God
A wet bleeding hole within the time wound
Irreconcilable existence
This wet noise of unending need
Chaining my soul to the in between
Worse than hell
Undefinable suffering: punishment built for the spiritually blind
Crushing weight of nothing
Now a gift to all his children, the absence of non-existence
Worse than hell