It seems as though
The brush i had
Has now grown thin
The brush lies within
My very skin
The skin that i'm in
Behind my thick skull
That **** brush is dull
Covered in black and gray
What a gloomy dreary haze
It is just another phase
A rock under my flow
As i'm water
Over the waterfall watch me go
Into the basin i am home
Or at least part of a biodome