MUNCH, The Scream
MINDSHRIEK!—Into the hellpits of horror!
This is a place you never want to be.
This is the place you could be tomorrow.
When you’re in the Well of Despair, deep down,
Where, where can you flee?
This is pain so acute that nothing can
Stop it; only the opium poppy, only
Morphine, heroin, maybe cocaine. Than
This there can be no lower hell. Is God
There in the dark, lonely?
Paralysed, on a bed of pain, speechless;
Begging with darksome devouring eyes
Moksha, release from pain, but still deathless.
Come, dear God, have mercy, give us at last
Our Sweetest Surprise.
— 22 February, 2018