I’m pouring out like waterfall,
My body is trembling and weak
My bones are disjointedly hanging
The pictures in my mind are bleak.
My heart is made of wax
And I can feel it melt inside
I’m afraid if I start pouring
I’ll drown and be taken with the tide.
Petrified I go through the days
Seeing the monster in my mind’s eye
It is not hiding under the bed anymore
That is why I know it’s gonna make me die.
In the mirror it lurks when I look
It composes the air of each breath
And day by day, brought all to mind
When I look in the mirror I see death.