It slowly chips away at
My soul, like a faucet
That has a drip, that
won’t stop.
Quietly at first, then
Evermore present in
The depths of your mind.
At first, it was just a sound
Then it magnified
to become something
It is in your head, shattering
Your thoughts, chasing
Your humanity into
You must do something
But what? Do you run,
Attack it, or let the sound
Drown out all rational
Thought until you break?
A simple dripping of
or words,
it is
All the same!

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