“Bleach”

A corrosive substance,

Caustic,

Makes me nauseas.

Home to invading thoughts,

Acidic dreams

Eating away at my ambitions,

Leaving nothing but broken promises

And a bitter taste

Of a world erased.

Sounds of retching

Tears in my eyes;

Drain my soul dry.

Numbly slip into the abyss

As the stinging liquid spills out

Never-ending, onto the floor.