In Trepanning

Nothing happy left to say, no more smiles and happy days,
Summers gone and winters past, each pain aching from the last,
Yes these words flow thick and fast, trepanning with plaster
cast,
Colours faded soul coma, wake up dead inside mother,
Hell is miles underneath, yet digs its heels in and its teeth,
Today I failed to see the point, will wine alone mine sins
annoint,
We are all trepanning, dancing hopelessly we fall,
Crying dry tears screaming silence, we are all trepanning,
We are all trepanning, drilling holes to let air in,
Cleansed and sanitised like our kin, we are all trepanning -
Wish these words were better said, but my thinking thinks I'm
dead,
Only blood to hold me up, futile red when in a cup,
Want to scream instead I whisper, conscience sore with moral
blisters,
Disbelieved by all I've told, just wanting warm sweet hands to
hold,
We are all trepanning, dancing hopelessly we fall,
Crying dry tears screaming silence, we are all trepanning
We are all trepanning, drilling holes to let air in,
Cleansed and sanitised like our kin, we are all trepanning -