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Drip drop,
Over the top
The rain slowly slid down a rock
The grass got wet,
Creatures fled,
The blood got washed away
Drippity drop, Drippity drop,
The blood drained out his veins,
A secret hidden, Mind driven,
A crimson drop of death
A knife retracted, His breath replaced
By a single piercing scream
Eyes to the sky, Gaze in place
Towards a morbid dream
Drip drop,
Over the top
The rain now crashes down
The scream now muted,
Blood diluted
By the flooding grass
Drippity drop, Drippity drop,
His time came to an end,
For the blood has been spilt,
The parts are dismembered,
The body now lies in the rain.
YOU ARE READING
What came to mind
PoesíaIn this book you will find poems, thoughts and everything in between. There is no specific theme, what came to mind is what got written down.
