Dripping faucets leaking black sludge-
Clogging up the sink.
It fills up and has no place left to go so
The overflow ebbs against the edge,
The pressure builds and tenses-
Suspense lingers quietly above,
While fate hangs contented below.
The first splash of blackness crashes
Ruthlessly to the cold and still hard floor.
A shockwave of darkness ripples throughout the area
And penetrates it's path with calamity.
This is tragic,
And this is hideous,
And its all so beautifully sickening...
I could writher around on this floor like a dying fish,
Choking on the blackness and gagging from the air-
Fill my lungs up with poison, and let this disease
Bubble out my ears and mouth,
To mix with the mess on the floor
And the mess I'm in.
Feel an unliftable weight hold me down,
Can't move and don't care.
I think of how I could've fixed this, and chose otherwise.
I look up to the dull flickering light above me-
Until this substance eats away my eyeballs,
And burns through the ****** black holes
To consume my brain, and rot my skull.
Then I am darkness,
And everything is black.
All I can feel is my consciousness pulsing
In static fragments of
*Drip...
Drip...
Drip...