Hysteria and Panic

Feels like my ceiling is shrinking and
the walls are closing in
In creeping city, she swells and weeps while the meek grow weaker.
In weirdly simmering passions evaporating from concrete structures,
Like we’re fucking steeped in it.
Bitter and tasteless sacred leaves we pulvarize for a rush.
No song could capture this bleak human experience.
Your ears would bleed, you could suffocate.
As twisting steel and screams of machines are heard
you failed to sleep
So we contemplate and plead for that solution
that ends dreams.