29 July 2012
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
It's not the sink It's been fixed It's not rain from the window I've already checked
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
They're descending quicker But where from? I flip the switch Only to feel dumb
It was nothing I'm just paranoid But I hate that drip dropping It's a pest of a noise
Drip Drop Drip Drop
Right as I Turn off the light I switch it back on My body filling with fright
I walk upstairs Looking yet again The room above mine Has a beautiful ceiling fan
I walk into the room Flip another switch Then I see something That makes me want to wretch
The fan is covered With scattered remains Of my chopped up, bloody, dead sisters My heart pains
Blood drips Off the egde of the blades Descends into the cracks of the floor Through the ceiling into my room of spades
Drip, drop Drip, drop "You're the last one." I let out a scream as I fall dead to the floor
Drip, Drop • Opuss № I