Down in a dark room of an empty house I sit holding a blade to my wrist with a shine of light from the streetlamps..I’m waiting for the right time…all I can hear now is the steady Drip…Drip…Drip. Maybe its from my tears that I’ve cryed from confusion about my life…or..Maybe its from my wrists… Continue reading Cold
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Drip…drip…
Drip… drip… As he walked down the aisle. Drip… drip… another heart, another soul… Drip… drip… it seemed as if he floated as he walked. Drip… drip… Darkness reigned in this sinister place… Drip… Drip… screams echoed in the dark… Drip… Drip… He came closer… Drip… Drip…
the sound
drip drip drip goes the sound of my life, sturggling to live through pain, misery and strife.