In my heart an irritation is growing.
Like a drop of water flowing.
Growing more annoying.
As my ears strain for the next drop.
My mind begs for it to stop.
Peace of mind it's destroying.
In my soul search I have found.
The source of the sound.
Crimson torrent like a flood.
Love lost keeps it open, pain grows.
Like a dripping faucet it flows.
Try as I may, I can't stop the blood.