Drip.

by music is my medication   Jan 10, 2006


Drip drip drip.
You can hear the noise.
Drip drip drip.
It makes you want to scream.
Drip drip drip.
Your mind is controlled by it.
Drip drip drip.
You love the sound.
Drip drip drip.
The taste.
Drip drip.
The way it makes you feel.
Drip.
You are sad when its gone.
.
None left. All gone. Still hungry.
Another body. Another night. Another pool of blood.
You love the sound.

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