Drip, drop, the water starts to fall.
A mask worn like at a ball.
Drip, drop, a puddle has formed,
The mask has now transformed.
A mask, full of true fear,
Fear the devil that can hear.
Silent screams still loud to him.
Memories are still so grim.
Drip, drop, puddle long gone.
Memories aren't being drawn.
Drip, drop, water has built up,
Hurry now, you must get up.
The devil fast behind you,
Your mask of undervalue.
Don't lose your only sight,
Hurry now, you must get up.
Drip, drop, you are swimming now.
Devil still here, but how?
Drip, drop, you are drowning.
Your thoughts not worth counting.
The light grows even closer.
Devil is the true poser.
Memories are now worthless,
The pain washed from the surface.
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Senior Year - A Collection of Work
RandomA compilation of all the writings I have done my senior year of high school.
