I'm a slave to my mind
always losing track of the days as if they were merely moments

My thoughts are like concrete
quickly drying over my brain
and sealing the cracks from which I take in oxygen

Every time I take a breath
I'm dying
Slowly turning blue from the inside out
And even my skeleton knows what I'm talking about

Ink and lead pump as blood into my carcass
And my rotting body is filled with more words than it is life