Drip

• Artist: Queen of the Wasteland
• Description: Haven't written anything in a long time.
  This is my first entry though. It's about those dark emotions that start
  to leak out when you just take it anymore. Lemme know what you think though.
• Date: 08/06/2009
• Tags: drip

Drip.
This dark substance falls from my heart
What is it called?

Drip.
I can't stop it
There is no more room in me for black tear drops
But, what are they called?

Drip.
You musn't touch it
It burns to touch
This dark water
What is this?

Drip.
I hate for you to see me like this
This black matter trickles out of me
I just can't contain it
I can't hide this unknown object
What was it called?

Oh yes, it's called sorrow.
Drip. Drip. Drip.