There has to be a way to write this down
A letter I can draw to point it out
But fluids keep on running from this spout
My concentration's bled into a drought


It's like a glaze, my eyes turn shades of red
And suddenly I open up my head
As things crawl in I start to feel such dread
They make me think I'm talking, but I'm dead


My words walk out and cover any trace
Of what I used to show upon my face
And this remains - a sallow colored space
That holds the ***** water for my vase


My hand won't move to pour out anymore
It only fits the lock inside my door
And as I splatter all across the floor
I give in to delusions I will soar