The Dripping

The Dripping I’m the sound that crashed the night, and The stillness that causes fright. I’m the cry in the full moon light. Can You feel the deepening gloom, and hear The knocking ,from the tomb. I am the wire Piercing your flesh. The blood drenched Fangs of the carnivorous. I force my insanity into you, deeper and Deeper, what can you do? You think I’m Demented and getting strange, It’s just The dripping of my brains. As you creep Away from me, so stealthy and so quietly, You are spooked and on the ground. I Taste your blood as your heart pounds. I Inhabit the hungry clowns with my Watchful evil eyes, they consume your silent cries. You want to leave but no One tries. He who strays surely dies. ...... james stevenson...........