Drip Drop
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Rain drops falling from the sky.
The eath sedding tears to mix with mine.
Alone I stand, surrounded by everyone I know.
So cold, so dark, so empty... I am nothing yet I am something.
Anger, rage, envy... all washed away by our tears so cold, like ice.
Nothing left but saddness, embarrasment, emptiness.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Rivers running from my eyes to the ground, adding to the swollen stream.
Rippling in the night, shining white and gray in the light of the moon.
So cold the night, so silent now that the rain has fallen.
Dark and quiet, glitter and shine.
Night and moon, moon and nigh.
Now there comes no morning, now there comes no day.
No relief from my curse that keeps me in the eternal night.
Why oh why, my mornful cry.
Please help, help me.
Please heal, heal me.
Please don't, don't leave me...
What am I supposed to do?
Hurt me, heal me.
Hate me, love me.
Trust me, lie to me.
Who are you?
Please tell me.
I cannot trust, cannot love, cannot love...
To many times before, to much pain.
No more, no more.
I am gone.
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