Zigzag worms, of torment
Rowing at a leisurely pace
To and from two walls of my skull
Imprinting agonizing trails
Bouncing on through canals of flesh
Plowing a harvest-less brain
Do not go gently into this tiresome night
Hurry up, pick up that pace
Not even slightly, do I need you
To plant me seeds of pain
My harvest is, oh everlasting
I’ve seeded them plenty myself