...Deep in the wormhole straining to climb mile high walls, captive in nests of giants nature's cages writhing with our pulse, mirage of hope tangled up in visceral thorns, distant faint glow supposed mouth, hammer me back into earth punched into chasms by horns from birth, festering in carrion dregs shadows conveying the hopeless dim, days countless weeks blurring nights endless time [bad word]  and from the dawn the battle ends we carry on, enthralled we crawl we'll find a way out somehow