Drip-Drop
Dead fingers lose their frost
Hollowed bodies full once more
Racing past traps of white
Desperate to flee their mind
Drip-Drop.
Blades bend for the passing breeze
Open wasteland taunts
Looking into nothing--everything
Wishing they were blind
Drip-Drop.
Tiny cracks threaten the world
Raging bodies frozen in the moment
Taking chances--never thinking
Terrified of what they’ll find
Drip-Drop.
Hidden within--a spark of hope
Glistening eyes bear into theirs
Their mind goes blank--not breathing
Unwilling to break the bind
Drip-Drop.
Soft-spoken words bring the end
Melody crescendos
Falling to the ground
Never knowing the end of their kind
Drip-
17 September 2006
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