I’m still thinking about you,
And I wonder if you think about me.
My thoughts elicit words I don’t presently understand.
There’s a truth within each letter;
The truth I’m losing touch with.
These sounds fade creating music I’m unable to decipher.
I’m still thinking about you,
Losing my senses in the process.

I’m still drinking about you,
And I wonder if you drink about me.
My interior becomes numb to the words,
And to the music from the inside—out.
I lose myself in the truth
As I go deeper and deeper into the bottle.
I’m still drinking about you,
Falling into an abyss in the process.

I’m still sinking about you.
And I wonder if you sink about me.
My heart’s still clinging onto my vulnerability.
Heavy with the burning feel of Clear,
Disintegrating into poisoned blood
And stagnant senses.
I’m still sinking about you,
Blending with the darkness in the process.