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the incessant running of a faucet, a clock ticking rhythmically with the sudden clink of metal on tile. drip, drip, drip a flow that's too late to stop splashes filling the tub gallons and gallons rushing to supply it. drip, drip, drip, crimson on clear creating spools of red colour, this is it. this is all i'll ever be known for. i've never seen the end so near. drip, drip, swallow it's all gonna be okay i'll close my eyes and lean back everything is a headrest if you make it one drip, swallow relax, i see dark, fuzzy spots yet feel a burning pain, i feel so colourful yet soon i'll be gray so here i'll lay until it's over and i'm found cut scene, fade to black, roll credits.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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the incessant running of a faucet, a clock ticking rhythmically with the sudden clink of metal on tile. drip, drip, drip a flow that's too late to stop splashes filling the tub gallons and gallons rushing to supply it. drip, drip, drip, crimson on clear creating spools of red colour, this is it. this is all i'll ever be known for. i've never seen the end so near. drip, drip, swallow it's all gonna be okay i'll close my eyes and lean back everything is a headrest if you make it one drip, swallow relax, i see dark, fuzzy spots yet feel a burning pain, i feel so colourful yet soon i'll be gray so here i'll lay until it's over and i'm found cut scene, fade to black, roll credits.
This is.. a rather old piece. I'd written it at a very bad time as a coping mechanism and although it did not come out very well I hold plenty of value to it.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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