The words that once held me together
An adhesive of the strongest kind
Now as delicate as a single feather
has left me crumbling, all heart and mind

Their once soft voice has mutated to a raspy scream
Their lovely home is nothing but a painful prison cell
My thin fabric is now a popping seam
From my mountain-top journey; I fell

Always a physical deformity to blame
"It's your glasses, It's the stress, It's the weight"
But the dizzy spells and the migraines are not from where they claim
And some of this anguish is arriving a bit late

I can feel the water filling my lungs
I can feel the iron fingers closing around my throat
I can hear my friends, only they speak in tongues
I can smell the smoke of the burning words I wrote

Nothing is familiar and everything is vague
I can feel my head slipping
into this virus that's worse than the plague
The reason that I have spilled is slowly dripping

I have ceased