It's dark and cold and wet Sound of constant dripping A puddle in the darkness Being pummeled constantly The sound echoing Giving sensation of more than one I shiver, pull my rags about me Pitch black blankets my eyes Dependent on ears for knowing Drip, drip, drip Echoing like a tired song of ghosts I cringe in a corner Feel the dampness against my back Drip, drip, drip, drip The sound bellowing through the darkness I thought I'd found sanctuary In the solitude of darkness The ghost song continues Drip, drip, drip Thought this a place of refuge But now has me gripped with fear Wanted security from the night Thought I'd found it Drip, drip, drip The eerie song goes on Fear has me paralyzed Couldn't escape if I tried Which way is out? I can't think The song distorting my mind A crazed grin pierces my lips Teeth bared like uneven gravestones The madness of the ghost's song Has fevered me inside I start to sing Drip, drip, drip, drip
This is a reoccurring nightmare I have had throughout my life. (C) Copyrighted Kirk Thomas 2009/09/18