The dusty speech
Emitted from chalky mouths
Clouds the custard air
With much deceit.
Again told too many lies,
Misting any direction
That once was known.
Force fed another drought,
It is easier to give in:
It devours from the inside out.

Noise:
The constant drip dropping--
Pressure building up from inside
And choking. Lungs fill with it.
A deluge, it could be called.

But there is no more breath to speak the words.