Drip Drop.
Blood
Used to drip.
On a paper towell.
Used to drip.
On the floor.
Blood kept drippin
Til there was no more.
Drip drop.
Whats that sound?
Tears and blood dripping down.
Til the blood
Flooded the floor.
She had a nightmare.
Its neverending.,
She thought it was over
When it barely
Reached the beginning.
She screamed.
And screamed.
But nobody came.
She wasnt sure if this was real
or she was in the game.
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