Oh no, she's awake! As a pristine cupido she dwells in her abode A repellent nimbus secures her scarcely uncouth brains Thither goes my sanity! The narcotic deluge leaves me in parched dismay Whilst I realize the nigh vortex only from afar Led astray to dance like a wincing spasm, I am trying to elude the roaring maelstrom, drawing nearer I tumble and fall into my unfathomed mind Thus it has finally arrived, My reckoning moment of truth And I am willing to do penance In every wish you speak, In every thought you think they hide On every move you make, On every breath you take they ride They are the pupils of Great Mistress Nausea They are the children of dementia, If children they are ...? Her unhinged kinship entices my abysmal zest As with diligence I ascend the close apex She will harass again! ... mother?