I sit here, amidst a darkened hall, Congregating with the darkened rats, Sipping upon a darkened drink— blood-drawn.
Now I rub my ******* and feel them swell, Amidst a rally-call within this darkened hall, Possessed by a demon’s hypnotic call— his rally-call.
Now I see a child with the fully-developed head of an adult, Amidst this darkened hall, waiting for a mother-call, Gesticulating for the pain of a forgotten war.