Feary

Drop, drop, drop! Constant drip into the sea, but thou cannot see, the drop once it's gone. Forever bound to the sea. All that's left is the sound. The constant echo! The ghostly rythem... A beating heart only noticed when we listen, to reinsure our fear of a feirce reality! Never constant, a beat of feary, Joining our thoughts, When we understand the truth so weary. Another beat to fuel the flames, to make it to tomorow's day. We try to find another way! We always fall on the beat of a weary heart. To stop the beat Shall end the sorrow So tomorow's day Shall not destroy us. Feary is the fear, of a feirce reality. That we can't forget! Even when we ignore the beat... Beat! Beat! ... Beat!