In the darkest dankest cobweb

Beneath the longest deepest stairs

There lives a brokenhearted baby

Whom eats nothing but despair

The delusions of the wicked acts

Chew dusty, bloody bones of hope
Denying every hint of light, “Nope to the nope, nope, nope!”

Deeply scarred, deeply scared, coward corner lies

For if one can be seen, presence is denied