Few droplets, dripping, trickling
Up the edge
Drained dry
As the bones below
My withered skin and mind
Fire in my skull, on my tongue
Look down
Through nothing
Clear stinging
Drowning despair, Growing want

If only there were two empty
Not one
So little
Passion gone
Not enough, need another, stronger, stronger, go on
Few droplets, dripping, trickling,
For my mind I dredge
Just enough
To keep me going
To take me to the edge

To the place of troubles
Where I'll burn away my woes
Not enough to lose myself
Just to let me go.