Under the kitchen sink

My brain is like mold.
Rotted out inside, and festering.
Thoughts leech out into the water and poison those who drink. 

Like under your kitchen sink,
It's spreading. 
The inner walls of my head are ready to cave
Add a little pressure and it all falls down. 

The mold sponge's up all my blood and leaves me dry. 
It's whispers paralyzing,
My brain consumed like an afternoon snack. 
And it's still hungry. 

Someone call the plumber, because this is no easy fix. 
I fell for so many damned tricks, 
Some mistakes don't have a happy ending, or an easy way out. 
Sometimes you become the bad example, to frighten the children into line. 
The short stick's mine. 

That was a terrible rhyme...