those vocables

Indeed I felt sick
Talked too much s**t
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