Drip, drip, drip
The sound of the raindrops resound
From the heavens to the earth in fragile spears
Falling slowly on the soft, soaked ground
Along with my cold, bitter tears.
Drip, drip, drip
The water droplets make contact with the earth
Into an endless pattern of pitter-patter they control
Seeping into the endless patch of dirt
Just like the darkness seeping into my soul.
Drip, drip, drip
The cold water falls on my soaked shoulders
The wind enveloping my body as I struggle to be free
The freezing gale getting even stronger
Almost as strong as the storm raging inside of me.
Drip, drip, drip
The little raindrops run on the frosted glass
Leaving little trails behind them, little water lists
Hundreds land on the bottom and quickly pass
As I stare at the crimson liquid running down my wrist.
Drip, drip, drip
The endless flood of water disappears into the gutter
Deeper, deeper, deeper into the hole that never lets them stay
Every last drop slipping into the unknown dark matter
…As the warmth and the beating of my heart fades and my life slowly slips away.