Slippery Slope Part 3

Write. Write
Or is it type. Type?
Think I`m going blind blind
Losing my mind mind

Losing my sight
Let go of my kite
High in the sky
Pent upon lies

Hate this thing
Of infinite wondering
If only I could
If only I should

Say their names
Like I`ll see them again
Like I have any friends
Like I`m drinking lead

Help me. Dreaming
Leave me. Keeping
Save them. Hate them.
Waving.

I`m waving.
The Fish of the Sea.