It pools out on the floor
drip-drip, drip-drip
Dyes the wood and carpets red
drip-drip, drip-drip
A wailing scream rent the air
drip-drip
The sound of utter agony
drip, drip, drip

The knife sits on the table
drip-dripping
Runnels sliding to the tip, to
drip-drip
upon the staining floor.

The only one of the living
drip-drip, drip-drip
Looks sadly at his hands
drip-dripping
in time with the weapon.
drip

Leaving the scene of the crime
drip-drip, drip
To let sleeping, screaming ghosts lie
drip-drip, click
Among the
dripping
blood.

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.so, how was it? It really has no reference to anything, it's just another
random depressing poem I wrote, partly because a friend thought I couldn't
do , it's unrhymed verse! Yaaayy!! *coughcough*