those vocables

Indeed I felt sick 

Talked too much

I felt my words getting weak

Try to bond off of what bad had happened this week

How she, he, they made me tick

Ain't that a sin?

More like a sneak peak

Let the sap confidant speak

Now the 5th sense dense and peck

Then I wake up just to repeat

Collected some more than I could treat

But I can't seem to pick

the ink Officially have lost my link

I have made it illegal to think

Sentences lost their substance, a gimmick

On the verge soon I may sink