Blood Drops

December 23, 2007
Blood drops flow to the floor
Mingled with sweat and tears
From every pore exhaustion seeps
Staggering through the night
Drip. Drip.
Blood drops
Listen to them
Forming puddles, rivers and oceans
Woe to the sound
Woe to the awful
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood drops
Rain upon my hands
Sorrow in my heart
And tears on my eyes
As I proclaim
Woe to the horrible sound
Of the drip, drip, drop.
Of blood drops.

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