The weak vessel

The dark cloud looms

In its host it sits

Growing

Building up

Crushing

The mind

Growing

Precipitating

Its pressure rising

The vessel straining

The dwellers paining

The vessel is priceless

Meant to be untouched

But for relief

That is ignored

It needs to be set free

To relieve the pressure

A razor is drawn

It grazes the exterior

Liquid gushes

And forgotten

the cloud thins

Over, and over

The cloud is thinned

By thinning the vessel lining

By releasing fluid

Each scratch deeper than the last

The damage is permanent

But the cloud

Is thicker

Than before

The vessel fragile

One badly aimed scratch

In the wrong place

Breaks through

Like a floodgate open

Life gushes forth

The spirit drained of the vessel

All in an effort

To thin a cloud