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...........
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