I am drinking letters
From a brown paper bag.
They form in my head
When I begin to go mad
Sentences are made
Without my consent
my world is spinning
dancing at the event
When my sentences slur
mindless paragraphs are born
They slip through my mind
Staying on their own time
Soon my mind becomes dark
blank like a page
I am stuck in a black hole cage

I wake up the next day
my head has a fuse
I ask my friends why this so
All the can say is "you were wasted on words"