Raving and drooling   I fell on his neck with a scream   He had a whole lotta   Terminal shock in his eyes   That's what you get   For pretending the rest are not real      Babbling and snapping   At far away flies   He will zig zag his way back   Through memories of boredom and pain      How does it feel   To be empty and angry and spaced?   Split up the middle   Between the illusion of safety in numbers   And the fist in your face