by J. Estelle Newlin
I hear the sound.
Its driving me crazy,
But at the same time it encompasses me.
All I hear is the drip,
All I see is black.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
All that matters is the sound.
Fluid is running down my face,
I feel it drying there, turning sticky.
But my arms don't want to move,
And I cannot wipe it away...
Drip, Drip, Drip,
All I hear is the sound,
But my world is going from Black to grey.
I see shapes forming from this haze.
A slash of light, and I see white tile.
Splattered with crimson, like blood on bone.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
The sound is haunting me.
I feel something leaving me,
With every beat of my heart brings a wave od dizziness.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
The sound is becoming music to me.
I feel so cold,
So away from this world...
Why can't I move?
Why doesn't the sound stop!
Drip... Drip... drip...
Its getting weaker,
My world is again growing black.
What is he doing there at the sink?
drip... drip....... drip.....
My heart is slowing,
I see a silver blade in his hand
Is that my blood on it I see?
Its fading now, but he sounds like he is sobbing.
Great whooping breaths of air.
drip.... drip........ drip........
Oh, please no.. make the sound return.
I never should have lied,
I am so sorry, please god bring me back!!
drip.... drip........... d..r.i...p...
(copyright 2003 J. Estelle Newlin)