Black Unrelated II

i walk to the sink
and black flows out
in long strings
like hair.
it flows out
from the corners of the ceiling
creeping slowly
down the walls.
it flows out
of their mouths
like a slow
luscious vomit.
and sometimes this black
gets in my ears
and my eyes,
and then it works through my head
and makes its way through my mouth
flowing out,
inhibiting all
mental ability
except one
which lets me
scoff at myself
in disgust,
for at this point,
i am no different
than the sink faucet
or the corners of the ceiling
or them.