in the centre of obsidian
my skull hanging with crystals that form overtime
when you leave your mind running
like the calcium deposit in my teapot
the crystals form overtime

But overtime,
the *** has stopped working
no water can fit through the spout anymore
so i’m left with this kettle, so full of water
my tea cup is empty
it’s empty and now useless

with nothing to pour
into my tea cup
I’ll waste away
and so will my cup
and so will my kettle