Drip
Drip
Drip
The sound of the rain
Drip
Drip
Drip
The sound of pain
Drip
Drip
Drip
Crimson deep elixir
Drip
Drip
Drip
No way this will fix her
Drip
Drip
Drip
1 more line
Drip
Drip
Drip
Not too fine
Drip
Drip
Drip
The floor is red
Drip
Drip
Drip
Now she's dead
YOU ARE READING
Riddles of a destroyed mind
PoetryHave you ever just wrote what had come into your mind? The renditions of twisted thoughts on paper.
