Maimed but still conscious

Creep along deviant shapes

Madmen behind the windows

Look at me in wide-eyed surprise

Dumb hierophants

Laugh mutely, looking at sky

Under the dim street lantern

Two old men are rolling the dice

Once again I try to concentrate

Recollect the reason of all this

Hardcore mess impossible to sate

Granting void, tough and tremendous

Fanciful face is smiling ugly

Engraved on ceiling of this world

Deviant shapes cut capers around me

Urge me hard on fixing the rope