3 May 2012
Sweat covers her face, Gasping as she awakes, From her maze deep in her slumber.
Drip, drip, drip.
Tiptoes and pirouettes, Spin until you can't feel, That heavy weight upon your shoulders.
Drip, drip, drip.
You feel that weight? Pulling you down to hell, Maybe that's where you belong.
Drip, drip, drip.
Sweat covers her face, Gasping as she awakes, Because she knows that I am right. For guilt, has rotted her mind.
Guilt. • Opuss № I