Drip, Drip
Sounds of
Rain. I snip, snip,
The quilt of
Pain. RIP, RIP,
That nightmare’s swain.
Not enough?
My golly me.
A touch of rough?
Why, I see glee.
I’ve tried, I’m tired.
I’ve cried, I’m out.
And once again,
I’ve cried, I’m done.
Thank you for my guide,
Without him I would’ve died.
But now all he was,
Was a dream, a dream that turned.
Bye, Bye,
To that fickle heart.
That one has died,
I now have pride.
Head held high,
Eyes wide open.
A future soon to see.
Flip, flip,
The switch to
light. I grip, grip,
My loving
Knight. Strip, strip,
Them walls of steel.
A new me will be waiting on the other side.
Murchison
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