This poem I wrote was inspired by the song "We Want the Youngblood" by Radiohead. And on he trudges And on he struggles Naked, faceless, formless Chained by his depravity Laboring for breathe Laboring for footsteps Laboring for Life. Until at last He trudges into bed And struggles to fall asleep Watch his mind wake And see a world Of faces flying and Bodies Leaping Spinning joy with no strings Snap. On he trudges And on he struggles Naked, faceless, formless And on he dies.