I play with sleep
but words are pools
of venom and of spite
that lay upon my heart
and scream into the night
as watch I keep.

I strive to think
but words are pools
of blood, bitter and black
that seep into my mind
and push me ever back
towards the brink.

I try to pray
but words are pools
of dirty acid rain
that eat into my soul
intensify the pain
obscure the way.

Let me go free
let words like pools
of tears become a flood
to wash away your spite,
your venom, rain and blood
then let me be.