Drip, Drop, Drip
Grace Maxwell

Drip, Drip, Drop
Blood flowing freely
Drip, Drip, Drop
Time is running out

Do you see it?
The bloody soul
torn and broken,
Shattered and left alone...

Lost forever...
What can I do?
Will I lose my everything...
Will I lose it all...?

This heart is slowing,
The blood is almost stopping,
Time is running out
and my life is slipping away...

There's only a cold body now
With a pale arm, thrown off the side
Blood, drying and crusting,
Flesh and bones, doing nothing but rotting

Drip, Drop, Drip
Blood no longer flowing
Heart, no longer beating...
Yet tears still fall down this dead face...