It drips, drop by drop,
Slowly, endlessly,
Takes a little life,
From inside of me.
It drips, drop by drop,
Pierces through my skin,
Gives a tingling pain,
A guilty pleasure.
It drips, drop by drop,
What is it I see?
My hand’s drenched in red,
And I feel so numb.
Sydney (Ashburner Street), 24th January 2011 00:36
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