Pitter
Patter
Rain, dripping like tears
Yet a dead man can’t hear
Fizzle
Sizzle
Fire, fighting to be free
Yet a dead man can’t see
Moan
Groan
Pain, cold and hard like steel
Yet a dead man can’t feel
Swoosh
Whoosh
Odour, coming straight from hell
Yet a dead man can’t smell
Drip
Drop
Acid, liquid from the waste
Yet a dead man can’t taste
Gasp
Rasp
We fear, we try to stall
But peace, silence—this is where we find it all
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC
Pitter
Patter
Rain, dripping like tears
Yet a dead man can’t hear
Fizzle
Sizzle
Fire, fighting to be free
Yet a dead man can’t see
Moan
Groan
Pain, cold and hard like steel
Yet a dead man can’t feel
Swoosh
Whoosh
Odour, coming straight from hell
Yet a dead man can’t smell
Drip
Drop
Acid, liquid from the waste
Yet a dead man can’t taste
Gasp
Rasp
We fear, we try to stall
But peace, silence—this is where we find it all