Waterfall of blood

Your sound is meaningless your silence is priceless.

The sound of the water crashing makes me sane.

I sit engulfed by the madness.

I can no longer tell if I'm sane or deranged.

I ask the water as it flows, Who am I,

am I happy or mad. 

Am I depressed or overjoyed.

I can no longer tell as your silence is taking me down, down, down, down.

I can't take it this feeling of confusion, exhilaration, joy, and madness.

I ask again now screaming Who am I, no wait Who are you.

Why do I ask it is me only me I am what is flowing.

My blood flows blue in my veins and crashes down on my brain.

I cry for help as I drownd myself.

My own blood is taking me down, down, down.

To the depths of hell where my insanity is finally sane.