My mind is dry

My mind is dry. Thoughts flow, but they lack moisture. Liquids are gone.
My mind is dry.
I do not know where this will lead. Every path seems to lead to the same destiny. It has been foretold. I am normally not a prophetic person, but this hypothesis has never failed. My mind is dry and there'll be death.
Why can't I ever guess otherwise? My mind is dry and we will die.
I look at you and you look at me (sometimes). I look at you and you're not there (anymore). My mind is dry but full of terrors.
My mind is dry.