Drip, drip, drip,
The water escapes with each slip,
It's dark inside,
With nothing outside,
Lingering it moves,
There's nothing it proves,
Unexplainable actions,
Creating many distractions,
The perspective I see,
Shows that it's not only me,
There's pain,
Along with long, silver chains,
This soul,
Has formed into a lump of coal,
Redness appears,
As all happiness starts to clear,
Thoughts,
Making several knots,
I can't run,
My time is almost done,
Each chance,
Begins with your glance,
Those blue eyes,
Are hiding all of the lies,
This is my last time,
Before I start to grime,
Everyone is satisfied,
As I say my last "goodbye."
February 10th, 2018
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