Drip Drip Drip...
Never know what's it like to cut yourself and drown in the memories..shattered glass...broken dreams...unwanted pathos and nothing wiped clean...
The rudimentary details of one's life, the forgotten passion, the self proclaimed horror and the vicinity of smoke and the cigars... draws all the attention to
wards the flashy reigns of fire...the fire burning deep within the ruptured heart, pumping no blood....
I dunno how to stand...i dunno how to fall...i dunno what to think...i dunno what will befall
Taking a step or two...not at once or maybe each new... Walking on the passage...the lights are out...sounds are numbed...the head twirls, spine runs down a chill... feeling the fingers so cold... the passage gulps the energy... I have no more...all are the shattered promises and unwanted desires...
The ashes lay aside...the ashtray full of half-burnt stick
s... the inner screams are dull... the outer world crushed....the passage still way too dark for any kind of light to penetrate...
Drip...Drip....Drip...
The blood is running thin.....
