It started with a crack
And then became worse
There was no turning back
It seemed like a curse
I could see myself spout
I was running out
It began with a drip
And then it flowed
I watched as it all slipped
On and on it poured
It was hell bent to flout
I was running out
First escaped interest
Followed by joy
Emotions I couldn’t arrest
Those you help destroy
Fear was next
Anger and hatred pursued
Drainage as such had but one effect
It had ended the feud
Eventually left anguish with a final clout
I was running out
There was nothing you could do
Nor could I
Besides indifference awaiting you
I've bled dry
Here I stand, facing this drought
I have run out
