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Drip


The rain is suffocating

Drip

Silence is far more comforting

The thoughts in my head as rapid as the rain

The reflections in the water mirroring my pain

Questioning my sanity with every drop

Thought bubbles get louder with every pop

Sanity is such a temporary home

Clarity is only ever slightly known

Water is clenching at my guilty skin

Peeling away all my filthy sin

The drops fall harder and fill my head

Heartbeat slowing. Blood replaced with dread

Rain is racing as my thoughts are screaming

I’m not even going to be a corpse that’s worth the cleaning

Open my heart and reveal my hurt

Go to the garden and clear the dirt

The rain is all-seeing, and I am not

My guilt is my being, it was never taught

Empty my mind with the crimson that haunts me so

Give me the plague that I became so long ago

The rain will reveal everything I have hidden

Maybe just maybe- oh who am I kiddin

Just let me give my evil heart

Just a bullet and I’ll depart

Give me all I could give the others

The only impression I could leave on mothers

Close my eyes and grip the handle

Blow away the lies and rid the scandal

The blood is suffocating

Drip

Silence is far more comforting

 

 

                                                                                       

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