Drip Drip

by Brooke Mason   Jun 14, 2008


Anesthesia
Paper cups
Slap me
Don't look up

Heavy breaths
A silent kiss
A world of laughter
I'll never miss

Cut these bonds
These cuffs of lace
Mock my demeanor
Spit in my face

A shattered heart
A dove so white
No longer daytime
Forever night

Watch the blood
Watch it drip
Hear me whisper
Isn't it sick?

Enjoy her hair
Her lips like wine
Her eyes so bright
And body so fine

Leave me here
The veil falls
They're up again
My heavy walls

This blood is nice
A pretty stain
I fought for you
But in total vain

I lay on concrete
I cannot breathe
It drips down the steps
I watch you leave

This white dress
This perfect lace
My arms, they long
For your embrace

The blood is partout
And I am now dead
But you don't notice
You don't turn your head

At night I will whisper
During day, I'll appear
Because I still love you
Even though I'm not here

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