The world
Overflowed with rage
Unleashed in panicked streams
For the gutters of his mind

And all too soon
He staggered
In the curves of his youth
Drunk
On the fumes of mankind

In his hollow gaze
Was the stroll of kin
For whom he lovingly strained
From infernal distress

All too soon he was crushed
In the surge
In the foam of the world
Unyielding
And boiling with strife