Drip, drip, drip, Turn the tap on more Relax and let the water soothe The feeling that there's more
The fear is not of what you see But what you do not know. The chills start creeping up your spine The scraping sound does grow
A coldness takes over your skin Although the water's warm The glass heats up from showers mist As droplets start to form
Shadows flicker, now they're gone You're choking on your fear Calm down, deep breaths, it's ok If you screamed who would hear?!?
Now you know you're not alone Try and look through the glass Lean closer, you won't see him hit The blow was made too fast
The axe has shattered through the side Embedded in your face The cracking sound of broken bone A corpse in a glass case
The thud of flesh and bone to tiles Now death takes hold its grip Thick warm blood runs down the drain Drip, drip, drip
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Wed Jul 19, 2006 @ 11:55pm · 0 Comments |