Maggots are devouring my brain,
I hastily brush them aside, disgusted by their presence,
But the flesh-eating fiends always return and multiply, tunnelling further and further, fattening themselves on my reeking flesh,
No doctor can cure my diseased mind,
No doctor can pluck from my memories of rooted sorrow, and raze out the troubles that be been etched into my brain,
No medicine can cleanse my swollen bosom filled with that pernicious load which weighs upon my heart and torments my mind,
Nothing can dispatch the maggots that inhabit my mind and chase away peaceful slumber,
The maggots are everlasting,
Not even God can save me now.
